Deftones:Around the Fur
My Own Summer (Shove It)
Hey you, big star
Tell me, when it's over
Hey you, big mood
Guide me, to shelter
'Cause I'm through
When the two
Hits the six
And It's summer (cloud)
COME - shove it, shove it, shove it
SHOVE - shove it, shove it, shove it
THE SUN - shove it, shove it, shove it
ASIDE - shove it aside
I think god is moving its tongue
There's no crowds in the streets, and no sun
(In my own summer)
The shade, is a tool
A device, a saviour
See I try, and look up
to the sky, but my eyes burn (cloud)
COME - shove it, shove it, shove it
SHOVE - shove it, shove it, shove it
THE SUN - shove it, shove it, shove it
ASIDE - shove it aside
COME - shove it, shove it, shove it
SHOVE - shove it, shove it, shove it
THE SUN - shove it, shove it, shove it
ASIDE - shove it aside
I think god is moving its tongue
There's no crowds in the streets, and no sun
In my, own, summer
COME - shove it, shove it, shove it
SHOVE - shove it, shove it, shove it
THE SUN - shove it, shove it, shove it
ASIDE - shove it aside
Lhabia
Somewhere, outside
There are tricks, and evil
Holler, downstairs
While I drive
I want to watch you buttercup coming through the fog
Dying of boredom
I’ll try it all
Sixteen, olive
Bound by a voice
I don’t want to go but I want it well at least you fucking care
Dying of boredom
I’ll try it all
I’ll be faint
Like a crook
It looks and feels great but look at what It’s doing to you
But that’s ok look at how it feels
Dying of boredom
I’ll try it all
I’ll be faint
Like a crook
It looks and feels great but look at what It’s doing to you
But that’s ok look at how it feels
Mascara
I feel soon
I will sink
Into you
What do you think?
Cause there’s still blood
In your hair
And I’ve got the bruise
Of the year
But it's something about her
Long shady eyes
I’m all about her
Shade tonight
I hate Your tattoos
You have weak wrists
But I’ll keep you
'Cause it's something about her
Long shady eyes
I’m all about her
Shade tonight
Well it’s too bad
It's too bad
It's too bad
You’re married, To me
Around The Fur
Hey vanity, this vile's empty, so are you
Hey glamorous, this vile's not god, anymore - yeah
SPEAK - I don’t get it, should I ignore the fashion or go buy the
BOOK - I don’t want it, I just want your eyes fixated on me
Coming back
Coming back around the fur
Prostitute, climb back down, through the floor
Please don’t fuck around, and die like this, 'cause you love her
SPEAK - I don’t get it, should I ignore the fashion or go buy the
BOOK - I don’t want it, I just want your eyes fixated on me
Coming back
Coming back around the fur
Rickets
It’s so simple to look at every little thing I do wrong
It’s so simple to overlook every little thing I do right, right?
I think too much
I’m way too much too stuck up
You’re probably right, this time, but I don’t want to listen
You’re probably right, this time, but I don’t even care
I lose things too much
I’m not one to trust
You’re probably right, this time, but I don’t want to listen
You’re probably right, this time, but I don’t even care
And if it was mine to say I wouldn’t say it
And if it was mine to say I wouldn’t speak
You’re probably right, this time, but I don’t want to listen
You’re probably right, this time, but I don’t even care
And if it was mine to say I wouldn’t say it
And if it was mine to say I wouldn’t speak
Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)
This town don’t feel mine
I’m fast to get away
Far
I dressed you in her clothes
So drive me far away
It feels good to know you’re all mine
Now drive me far away
I don’t care where just far away
Lotion
I meant to come back to put out bliss
But the style's crumbling, covered, canned
It was sick and no you don’t even know how it comes and
Shifts then gets ruined by you fucking slobs
It’s classical, anyway
I can’t help it, it makes me so sick
Over and over, it sits stiff
Bound with no heart, fine ’cause this is where the separation starts arising
I can see it coming over your cloud
It’s classical, anyway
How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick
Just a bad call, it’s so funny
How you think I’m so serious, but that’s not it
The thing is I don’t give enough to give a fuck
You’re just plain boring and you bore me asleep
It’s classical, anyway
How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick
Feel sickened
I feel sick
And who the fuck are you anyway, you fuck?
It’s making sick sense seeing how you’re sticking out
hardly and hoping money please arise up off the fucking knees
and hop off the train for a second and try to find your own fucking heart
It’s classical, anyway
How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick
Feel sickened
I feel sick, in my head
Dai The Flu
I always wondered why it takes fifteen stitches and a soft parody
to make my eyes be like deceit I believe the sting proves heart to me
Now I know that you love me
Thank god that you love at all
Dislocated at the joint timing is everything in the bed
’cause you’ll sleep for hours to keep away then sink the teeth and bat your eyes at
Now I know that you love me
Thank god you love at all
What's the surprise I was right here going off and going on
At least now I know that you
Love me thank god that you love at all
What's the surprise I was right here going off going on dai the flu
Headup
Got back out back off the forefront
I never said or got to say bye to my boy
But it’s often I try I think about how I’d be screaming
And the times would be bumping
All our minds would be flowing
Taking care of shit like hey holmes
What you needing sometimes life will be coming off whack
And will open your eyes as I proceed to get loose
I feel you next to me fiending
Getting spacey with the common
Love of music think of this as the
Sun and the mind as a tool but we
Could bounce back from this one
With attitude will and some spirit
With attitude will and your spirit
We’ll shove it aside
Soulfly
Fly high
So fly
Fly free
When you walk into this world
Walk into this world with your head up high
Headup
MX
You’re so sweet
Your smile
Your pussy
And your bones
You’re on fire
You move me
Like music
With your style
Let me think (and you think about what?) about girls
(And what else?) and money, and new clothes
(And what do I get?) thirty nights (uh huh)
Of violence (yeah), and sugar, to love
Come here come here
closer to the lung
So I can I can
Shove her over railing
You’re sweet
but I’m tired
Of proving
This love
See you’re a bore
But you move me
Like a movie
That you love
Let me think (and you think about what?) about girls
(And what else?) and money, and new clothes
(And what do I get?) thirty nights (uh huh)
Of violence (yeah), and sugar, to love
Come here come here
closer to the lung
So I can I can
Shove her over railing
Let me think (and you think about what?) about girls
(And what else?) and money and new clothes
(And what do I get?) thirty nights (uh huh)
Of violence (yeah), and sugar, to love
Come here come here
closer to the lung
Come here come here
closer to the lung
So I can I can
Shove her over railing
Damone (Hidden Track)
Sleep in this hole
Stinging in your eyes
Ashamed
For you, cause
So far, I've been down thats true
Shake in lie
About to fall
Ashamed
For you, cause
So far I've been down thats true
Except for your arms
You start, stand still
And shove regret back at me
Ask you why
Whats up?
Ask you why
One, two
Why, why
Why, why
Soon I've been you
Laughter, sigh
Im so ashamed
For you, cause
So far I've been down thats true
Except for your arms
You start, stand still
And shove regret back at me
Ask you why
Whats up?
Ask you why
One, two
Why, why
Why, why
This feeling gets old
And so do your eyes
This is why
I hate you, cause
So far, I've been down thats true
Except for you're arms, you just
Smile, stand still
While you look right back at me
You start, stand still
And shove regret back at me
Ask you why
Whats up?
Ask you why
One, two
Why, why
Why, why
