"I'm Breathing...Are You Breathing Too?" Lyrics

There is no odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
Take this gun from me
Let all the angels see
This intoxicated, barely breathing
Debauchery

And they all come marching in
With the mass artillery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a
Cocktail hour with an open bar
And the dance floor is begging for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
Your intentions dissipate
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar
You just had to take
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please, take this gun from me let all the angels see this intoxicated, barebly breathing debotchery

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the rest is toughhh. sry i cant get anymore.

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CORRECT LYRICS FROM THE CD BOOKLET

There is no odyssey There's no Penelope Just maids and suitors take this gun from me Let all the angels see This intoxicated barely breathing Debauchery

And they all come marching in With the mass artillery And they won't consider thee You're nothing but a Cocktail hour with an open bar And the dance floor is Begging for your feet And the maids all ruminate Your intentions dissipate 12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar... You just had to take.

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Thank you.

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what's happening at the end? what language is she singing in? the way he's breathing sounds like he's jacking off

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the girl singing at the end is singing in russian.

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What's the russian singing at the end from? Does anybody know?

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i asked brian, the russian at the end is a poem written by ryan. it's translated literally, though, so it doesn't make sense in the language itself.

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This is the poem at the end that is in Russian:

Celebrate the skeleton Pull out your hair. Pull out your hair. Puke up all your sentiments. Please don't stare. Please don't stare.

The owl lost his voice within He's full of shit. He's full of shit. We'll clip his wings and try again. The vultures spit. The vultures spit.

This is the year of the skeleton. This is the year of the skeleton.

Set the bar below your head. And tax your dreams. And tax your dreams. Wrap the bar around your neck. Hang from your seams. Hang from your seams.

Feed the leech and nurse her grief. Now starve your friends. Now starve your friends. Eat the owl, salute the thief. We'll love again. We'll love again.

This is the year of the skeleton. This is the year of the skeleton.

ive been wanting to know what was said there FOREVER.

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What the heck is the Russian poem even about? This is the year of the skeleton? o_o

its a poem ryan wrote when he was in highschool. he put in in russian so people would hear it and be like what the fuck is this instead of like woah thats some nice lyrics.

 
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