I love this song, but I think it takes the cake for most indecipherable lyrics. The “actual” lyrics are overlayed in the video, but I’ve taken a crack at writing what I hear from the singer, Caleb Followill.
Strange
Living with a name
They get the best of me
But I no walk away
I don’t complain
Not up with Zidane
So make a kiss of me
And like I peed in the bed
But then they know
Woman hit the road
And what would I care
I like going nowhere
I got no rain
Hurt your self-esteem-o
Make a bed, loveSo I know I must show
It’s my show
I must row
With my sew
On my head
Where I stand
It’s my row
It’s my sewGirl
Nat, he sees a girl
Sitting on evicting me
I ain’t seeking to have a safer say
Might not beat this out of me
I might quite easily
End up middle this math
Cross my t’s
Try to dot my i’s
But that’s a flying mummy
I ain’t living that way
I want my sleeve
To make a better man of me
I might easilyJust give up on the show
It’s my show
I’m in low
With my soul
And my head
Where I’m stead
It’s my row
It’s my sewI’m a show
It’s my show
I’m unknown
With my soul
On my hen
Where I stand
It’s my row
Is my sewEnd my show
It’s my show
Related TOE posts:
- Clumsy – The Cleverly Trio
- You’re the First, the Last, My Everything – Barry White & Luciano Pavarotti
- Dizzy – Tommy Roe
- New Friend Request – Gym Class Heroes
- I Will Follow You Into the Dark – Death Cab for Cutie
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