笨小笨A Disco for the Schizophrenics (Explicit)歌词由Spencer Mason演唱，出自专辑《the Fox & the Butterfly (Explicit)》，下面是《A Disco for the Schizophrenics (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
A Disco for the Schizophrenics (Explicit)歌词完整版
Did she see me? Did she smile?
Full of heart cain’s thoughts are running wild
With love and lust
Hope and faith
Craving one more glimpse of that passing face
An amalgamation of the purest amber saturation
her touch might be a salvation of the boldest sensations
it only takes the smallest nudging, of this presence
and Cain is overcome by the temptation of
Echoing a heart so loud, he’s got a tightness in his chest
He strolls among the crowd; suddenly wants to looks his best
He sees her on the mic, and he is dread and regret
Oh, every thought leaves his head
It’s the depression again
He can’t hear the song, even though the PA blares
Poor Brave stares on and sees the back of his shaved hair
Moving away, ending the day
Unsympathetic to the things that she still had to say
So, Brave moved her eye and she stared to sing
Absorbed rhythms, pushed back everything/
As Cain is in knots, hates to leave
But right now, he has lost belief
It’s a disco for the schizophrenics
party for the catatonics
If some days you hate your body
Sing with me, come let’s get on it
A messiah for the gangsters
And a Devil for the rockers
If your hurt here’s a love that’s never stopping
A cathedral for the sinners and some cocaine for the saints
A terror for the courageous and a riot for the faint
Meditation for the manic’s
Laughter for the panics
If you can hear a beat
Then I’ll make you a dancer
This chariot racers crashed in his taxi
Every thought is getting nasty
He downs mouth wash, taste is lasting
He just wants his mind to be passing
Brave sees a glimpse of herself
In a better place
But she knows she can’t rely on the luck of a stranger’s face
Why should she want him?
Cain talks too much
She is the sky and I am dust
I’m the rain that would make her rust
It’s for the best we never touch
I just can’t bring myself to hurt her
I’ve never been a gracious lover
Cain hides underneath the covers
It’s for the best I never -touch…
Brave feels the agony of winter’s first ice
There’s never been any point in rolling weighted dice
Her luck is down already, she just needs to keep steady
Chin up, head down, don’t look back
But still can’t help but dream
About giving love a chance
It’s a disco for the schizophrenics
A party for the catatonics
If some days you hate your body
Sing with me, come let’s get on it
A messiah for the gangsters
Devil for the rockers
If you’ve been hurt here’s a love that’s never stopping
A cathedral for the sinners and some cocaine for the saints
A terror for the courageous and a riot for the faint
Meditation for the manic’s
Laughter for the panics
If you can hear a beat
Then I’ll make you a dancer (this chorus x2? Or just loop dancer line)
Back at the gaff, face like a rash,
Cain finds himself coiling and toiling through the mistakes of his past
Reliance and defiance to one, who years ago, gave her heart
And since Cain stepped on it he has not touched his art
The paint brushes avoided his grip, every canvas out of reach seemed to slip
He wonders now if it’s plausible he’ll always be sick
No release and no relief from the consumption, his times thief
The more he thinks of how he used to love
The tighter he wraps this blanket of grief
