Mathilda
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โฑ๏ธ 6:09 duration
๐ ID: 9746364
๐ Lyrics
They used to call me Mathilda
My mama kept my hair long
I was more pretty than handsome
And I was not very strong
My voice was kinda high, not a typical guy
They used to call me Mathilda
I was never sure why
I felt bad about it
But I didn't get mad
I got sad about it
But I was all that I had
Where's this order coming from?
Do you hear it like a drum?
From back in time
Do you feel like who you are?
Are you driven from afar?
Along for the ride
There's a manner in your town
There's no way to turn it 'round
Why even try?
Just kids, we have our tests
Look at your nails, is your palm out?
If you hold your hands, unlike a man
It's not allowed
We start out young, it's too much fun
To laugh out loud
We think we're free, but we don't see
Our heads are bowed
Our heads are bowed
Read somewhere that women will
Worry most 'bout being killed
When with a new guy
Men on dates, they ridicule
It's this thing they knew at school
And it still applies
Sometimes nothing is better
Than anything made of words and letters
And looks and gestures, blank is clean
Blank is a peaceful, empty scene
In your private self, you make some room
And have some space
You wake your loves up one by one
And make them safe
And make them safe
Who knows how many in a room
Feel the odd one out, who the joke's about?
Black feeling, that loneliness
Hangs over like a curse
Over like the first
Where's this order coming from?
Do you hear it like a drum?
From back in time
Though it's all around, I still wonder
Why we can't move on
And we still bear arms
And we still make fun out of anyone
Picture a workside bar
Of clock-out drinking
And then go inside
Do you feel that vibe?
Something makes me think
Someone wants to fight
There's a drive to quell
What we hate in ourselves
If it's in the Bible, then you know it's old
And if it's in nature, then it's been foretold
That a slice of our numbers
Will feel this way
It's not something we discuss
Between guys who are straight
And then I looked up
"Was Fred Phelps gay?"
But I found no answers
So then who's to say?
But only self-hatred could explain his rage
There's a special Hell that we build for ourselves
And it's handed down in homes and playgrounds
My mama kept my hair long
I was more pretty than handsome
And I was not very strong
My voice was kinda high, not a typical guy
They used to call me Mathilda
I was never sure why
I felt bad about it
But I didn't get mad
I got sad about it
But I was all that I had
Where's this order coming from?
Do you hear it like a drum?
From back in time
Do you feel like who you are?
Are you driven from afar?
Along for the ride
There's a manner in your town
There's no way to turn it 'round
Why even try?
Just kids, we have our tests
Look at your nails, is your palm out?
If you hold your hands, unlike a man
It's not allowed
We start out young, it's too much fun
To laugh out loud
We think we're free, but we don't see
Our heads are bowed
Our heads are bowed
Read somewhere that women will
Worry most 'bout being killed
When with a new guy
Men on dates, they ridicule
It's this thing they knew at school
And it still applies
Sometimes nothing is better
Than anything made of words and letters
And looks and gestures, blank is clean
Blank is a peaceful, empty scene
In your private self, you make some room
And have some space
You wake your loves up one by one
And make them safe
And make them safe
Who knows how many in a room
Feel the odd one out, who the joke's about?
Black feeling, that loneliness
Hangs over like a curse
Over like the first
Where's this order coming from?
Do you hear it like a drum?
From back in time
Though it's all around, I still wonder
Why we can't move on
And we still bear arms
And we still make fun out of anyone
Picture a workside bar
Of clock-out drinking
And then go inside
Do you feel that vibe?
Something makes me think
Someone wants to fight
There's a drive to quell
What we hate in ourselves
If it's in the Bible, then you know it's old
And if it's in nature, then it's been foretold
That a slice of our numbers
Will feel this way
It's not something we discuss
Between guys who are straight
And then I looked up
"Was Fred Phelps gay?"
But I found no answers
So then who's to say?
But only self-hatred could explain his rage
There's a special Hell that we build for ourselves
And it's handed down in homes and playgrounds
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.72] They used to call me Mathilda
[00:15.88] My mama kept my hair long
[00:19.14] I was more pretty than handsome
[00:22.09] And I was not very strong
[00:25.26] My voice was kinda high, not a typical guy
[00:31.34] They used to call me Mathilda
[00:34.58] I was never sure why
[00:37.78] I felt bad about it
[00:40.95] But I didn't get mad
[00:43.87] I got sad about it
[00:46.86] But I was all that I had
[01:14.16] Where's this order coming from?
[01:16.47] Do you hear it like a drum?
[01:20.23] From back in time
[01:23.50] Do you feel like who you are?
[01:25.64] Are you driven from afar?
[01:29.45] Along for the ride
[01:32.54] There's a manner in your town
[01:35.09] There's no way to turn it 'round
[01:38.83] Why even try?
[01:47.82] Just kids, we have our tests
[01:50.45] Look at your nails, is your palm out?
[01:55.00] If you hold your hands, unlike a man
[01:58.58] It's not allowed
[02:01.67] We start out young, it's too much fun
[02:04.93] To laugh out loud
[02:07.93] We think we're free, but we don't see
[02:11.32] Our heads are bowed
[02:17.62] Our heads are bowed
[02:29.69] Read somewhere that women will
[02:32.11] Worry most 'bout being killed
[02:35.94] When with a new guy
[02:38.98] Men on dates, they ridicule
[02:41.46] It's this thing they knew at school
[02:44.92] And it still applies
[02:54.83] Sometimes nothing is better
[02:56.99] Than anything made of words and letters
[03:00.20] And looks and gestures, blank is clean
[03:03.60] Blank is a peaceful, empty scene
[03:08.14] In your private self, you make some room
[03:11.56] And have some space
[03:14.57] You wake your loves up one by one
[03:17.99] And make them safe
[03:22.62] And make them safe
[03:36.48] Who knows how many in a room
[03:40.39] Feel the odd one out, who the joke's about?
[03:45.56] Black feeling, that loneliness
[03:49.33] Hangs over like a curse
[03:52.04] Over like the first
[04:04.45] Where's this order coming from?
[04:06.78] Do you hear it like a drum?
[04:10.26] From back in time
[04:19.20] Though it's all around, I still wonder
[04:24.18] Why we can't move on
[04:27.23] And we still bear arms
[04:30.46] And we still make fun out of anyone
[04:38.31] Picture a workside bar
[04:40.88] Of clock-out drinking
[04:43.68] And then go inside
[04:46.71] Do you feel that vibe?
[04:50.08] Something makes me think
[04:53.11] Someone wants to fight
[04:56.45] There's a drive to quell
[04:59.55] What we hate in ourselves
[05:04.35] If it's in the Bible, then you know it's old
[05:09.07] And if it's in nature, then it's been foretold
[05:15.68] That a slice of our numbers
[05:19.25] Will feel this way
[05:22.27] It's not something we discuss
[05:25.37] Between guys who are straight
[05:30.28] And then I looked up
[05:32.04] "Was Fred Phelps gay?"
[05:35.03] But I found no answers
[05:38.38] So then who's to say?
[05:41.57] But only self-hatred could explain his rage
[05:48.23] There's a special Hell that we build for ourselves
[05:54.88] And it's handed down in homes and playgrounds
[06:04.02]
[00:15.88] My mama kept my hair long
[00:19.14] I was more pretty than handsome
[00:22.09] And I was not very strong
[00:25.26] My voice was kinda high, not a typical guy
[00:31.34] They used to call me Mathilda
[00:34.58] I was never sure why
[00:37.78] I felt bad about it
[00:40.95] But I didn't get mad
[00:43.87] I got sad about it
[00:46.86] But I was all that I had
[01:14.16] Where's this order coming from?
[01:16.47] Do you hear it like a drum?
[01:20.23] From back in time
[01:23.50] Do you feel like who you are?
[01:25.64] Are you driven from afar?
[01:29.45] Along for the ride
[01:32.54] There's a manner in your town
[01:35.09] There's no way to turn it 'round
[01:38.83] Why even try?
[01:47.82] Just kids, we have our tests
[01:50.45] Look at your nails, is your palm out?
[01:55.00] If you hold your hands, unlike a man
[01:58.58] It's not allowed
[02:01.67] We start out young, it's too much fun
[02:04.93] To laugh out loud
[02:07.93] We think we're free, but we don't see
[02:11.32] Our heads are bowed
[02:17.62] Our heads are bowed
[02:29.69] Read somewhere that women will
[02:32.11] Worry most 'bout being killed
[02:35.94] When with a new guy
[02:38.98] Men on dates, they ridicule
[02:41.46] It's this thing they knew at school
[02:44.92] And it still applies
[02:54.83] Sometimes nothing is better
[02:56.99] Than anything made of words and letters
[03:00.20] And looks and gestures, blank is clean
[03:03.60] Blank is a peaceful, empty scene
[03:08.14] In your private self, you make some room
[03:11.56] And have some space
[03:14.57] You wake your loves up one by one
[03:17.99] And make them safe
[03:22.62] And make them safe
[03:36.48] Who knows how many in a room
[03:40.39] Feel the odd one out, who the joke's about?
[03:45.56] Black feeling, that loneliness
[03:49.33] Hangs over like a curse
[03:52.04] Over like the first
[04:04.45] Where's this order coming from?
[04:06.78] Do you hear it like a drum?
[04:10.26] From back in time
[04:19.20] Though it's all around, I still wonder
[04:24.18] Why we can't move on
[04:27.23] And we still bear arms
[04:30.46] And we still make fun out of anyone
[04:38.31] Picture a workside bar
[04:40.88] Of clock-out drinking
[04:43.68] And then go inside
[04:46.71] Do you feel that vibe?
[04:50.08] Something makes me think
[04:53.11] Someone wants to fight
[04:56.45] There's a drive to quell
[04:59.55] What we hate in ourselves
[05:04.35] If it's in the Bible, then you know it's old
[05:09.07] And if it's in nature, then it's been foretold
[05:15.68] That a slice of our numbers
[05:19.25] Will feel this way
[05:22.27] It's not something we discuss
[05:25.37] Between guys who are straight
[05:30.28] And then I looked up
[05:32.04] "Was Fred Phelps gay?"
[05:35.03] But I found no answers
[05:38.38] So then who's to say?
[05:41.57] But only self-hatred could explain his rage
[05:48.23] There's a special Hell that we build for ourselves
[05:54.88] And it's handed down in homes and playgrounds
[06:04.02]