Dysphoria

Steve Kilbey / Martin Kennedy

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Lyrics (unofficial)

Grasping at impermanence
I'm clutching all these straws
I'm hoping for some kind of lenience
For all these broken laws
I'm so obviously framed before I was even named
It's a shame
I can't take anymore
Now I'm so easily tricked I was bound to be nicked
As I picked myself up off the floor

You got dysphoria
No one is sorrier than me
We walk around on this hallowed ground
We should throw ourselves into the sea

You got deliria
No one is wearier than me
We walk along and we sing our song
Oh baby, what a pity

Now I'm calling in a favour
While I'm stalling for time
Awaiting the arrival of a saviour, yeah
Wouldn't that be just sublime?
But it's so blatantly a bust
And I need more thrust
Can I trust you to hush up this crime?
I'm so easily caught
You're so easily bought
Hey sport
It's a goddamn pantomime

You got dysphoria
No one is sorrier than me
We walk around on this hallowed ground
We should throw ourselves into the sea

You got deliria
No one is wearier than me
We walk along and we sing our song
Oh baby, what a pity