In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
I was born like this with hips like this
Lips like this and wrists like this
Legs like this and arms like this
A fist like this to hit you with, now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep running your mouth but...
You can kiss my ass!
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
I got the curves to fear, I got the words to feel
And when I scream I've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal
You don't have to be sorry
You don't have to be saved
You just need to be proud of the body that God gave
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Listen to me say...yeah!
I'm so fat I'm fucked up
I'm so skinny I'm sick
I'm so tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit!
I'm not fat, they're fucked up
I'm not skinny, they're sick
I'm just tired of the critics who keep talking their bullshit!
I was born like this, with eyes like this
Teeth like this and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
And when I die...I'll die like this...now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep running your mouth but
I just might kick your ass!
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Let me hear you say...yeah!
You're so fat, you're fucked up
You're so skinny, you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit!
You're not fat, they're fucked up
You're not skinny, they're sick
You're just tired of the critics who keep talking that bullshit!
Now what? Now what? Now what? (3x)
What you gonna say next time you see us?
Now what? Now what? Now what? (3x)
What you gonna say next time you see me?
American Psycho
Lips like this and wrists like this
Legs like this and arms like this
A fist like this to hit you with, now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep running your mouth but...
You can kiss my ass!
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
I got the curves to fear, I got the words to feel
And when I scream I've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal
You don't have to be sorry
You don't have to be saved
You just need to be proud of the body that God gave
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Listen to me say...yeah!
I'm so fat I'm fucked up
I'm so skinny I'm sick
I'm so tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit!
I'm not fat, they're fucked up
I'm not skinny, they're sick
I'm just tired of the critics who keep talking their bullshit!
I was born like this, with eyes like this
Teeth like this and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
And when I die...I'll die like this...now
You're like school on Sunday
You ain't got no class
Keep running your mouth but
I just might kick your ass!
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Not made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
Let me hear you say...yeah!
You're so fat, you're fucked up
You're so skinny, you're sick
You're so tired of the magazines
Talking that bullshit!
You're not fat, they're fucked up
You're not skinny, they're sick
You're just tired of the critics who keep talking that bullshit!
Now what? Now what? Now what? (3x)
What you gonna say next time you see us?
Now what? Now what? Now what? (3x)
What you gonna say next time you see me?
American Psycho
Lyrics submitted by ghoul_scout
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