Sinking into the concrete, you are
Cemented with an iron chest
One whole world in a bell jar, you must
Hate the way that I'm dressed
Your white Jesus is rich and handsome
And sure as hell not a woman
And you send your naked evangelist gentleman
To swing his cock like a handgun
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
These boots seem to fit me well, don't they?
Am I someone you know?
I must have fallen asleep in the garden
To wake up on fallow ground
With grossly misguided notions of what
It means for a man to be proud
Tasted poison in this spring water
But we're still swigging it down
And these John Waynes still playing cowboys while their
Wives and sisters drown
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
Do these boots make my legs look pretty?
Am I someone you know?
I was born on a Sunday morning
A day for my mother, not God
And dressed up in polyester neck ties
While lipstick coloured my jaw
Undead words in procession like a
Parade of f*ck in your mouth
In the thrill of devouring, do you have
Trouble spitting them out?
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
Do these worn, battered boots fit you too?
Am I someone you know?
Capitol - Someone You Know Lyrics
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Sinking into the concrete, you are
Cemented with an iron chest
One whole world in a bell jar, you must
Hate the way that I'm dressed
Your white Jesus is rich and handsome
And sure as hell not a woman
And you send your naked evangelist gentleman
To swing his cock like a handgun
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
These boots seem to fit me well, don't they?
Am I someone you know?
I must have fallen asleep in the garden
To wake up on fallow ground
With grossly misguided notions of what
It means for a man to be proud
Tasted poison in this spring water
But we're still swigging it down
And these John Waynes still playing cowboys while their
Wives and sisters drown
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
Do these boots make my legs look pretty?
Am I someone you know?
I was born on a Sunday morning
A day for my mother, not God
And dressed up in polyester neck ties
While lipstick coloured my jaw
Undead words in procession like a
Parade of f*ck in your mouth
In the thrill of devouring, do you have
Trouble spitting them out?
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
Do these worn, battered boots fit you too?
Am I someone you know?
Cemented with an iron chest
One whole world in a bell jar, you must
Hate the way that I'm dressed
Your white Jesus is rich and handsome
And sure as hell not a woman
And you send your naked evangelist gentleman
To swing his cock like a handgun
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
These boots seem to fit me well, don't they?
Am I someone you know?
I must have fallen asleep in the garden
To wake up on fallow ground
With grossly misguided notions of what
It means for a man to be proud
Tasted poison in this spring water
But we're still swigging it down
And these John Waynes still playing cowboys while their
Wives and sisters drown
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
Do these boots make my legs look pretty?
Am I someone you know?
I was born on a Sunday morning
A day for my mother, not God
And dressed up in polyester neck ties
While lipstick coloured my jaw
Undead words in procession like a
Parade of f*ck in your mouth
In the thrill of devouring, do you have
Trouble spitting them out?
Am I someone you know?
Am I someone you know?
Do these worn, battered boots fit you too?
Am I someone you know?
Writer: Josh Kemp
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