The French Trombone lyrics


Zita Swoon


Everybody said it was dirty
But their truth is like a gun
I still try to get my ...
Even when I'm forced to none
Dancing on their prudence shield
Stroking while I'm young
Relying on their nursery
Making it mine
Hey everybody was laughing
But I couldn't resist crying
Hey I felt sad because
They where all lying
They all crown their frowns
They all swop their alibis
I'm glad I know that I don't care
My mind is in my hands now
It's the odd cause
I remember when I was in the desert
Sucking on my french colonge
Grinding on my pillowcase
Enjoying all alone
And the air was soft and new
And the chances that I took
I wonder sometimes if without it
We still have anything to go for

Albums

Zita Swoon - Big City
Zita Swoon -  Big City

Zita Swoon - Big Blueville
Zita Swoon -  Big Blueville

Zita Swoon - I Paint Pictures on a Wedding Dress
Zita Swoon -  I Paint Pictures on a Wedding Dress

Zita Swoon - Music Inspired by Sunrise (A 1996 Score)
Zita Swoon -  Music Inspired by Sunrise (A 1996 Score)

- Life=a Sexy Sanctuary
 -  Life=a Sexy Sanctuary

Zita Swoon - Giving Up the Hero
Zita Swoon -  Giving Up the Hero

- Song About a Girls
 -  Song About a Girls