Ruby Fields Fairly Lame Fairly Tame Lyrics
Fairly Lame, Fairly Tame by Ruby Fields
[Verse 1]
I'm no good with compliments and yet I'm still a narcissist
Dirty child with Catholic sacraments
Not optimistic or religious
Three coffees in the morning
It's 8AM so save the talking
I'll quickly find you really boring just steep the milk
And get to pouring
[Chorus]
And I can feel my organs close to dying
Three VB's, ciggies - mate I'm flying
I guess I'm also really shit at driving
My life's not really satisfying is it
[Verse 2]
I'm a realistic pessimist and I'm a societal pest
I'm competitive, obnoxious
And I don't know how to wear a dress
Fuck you and being depressed you're a kid you're not even eighteen yet
But don't you know best so no worries
Sink your beer and light a durry
[Chorus]
And I can feel my organs close to dying
Three VB's, ciggies - mate I'm flying
I guess I'm also really shit at driving
My life's not really satisfying is it
[Verse 3]
Just another chick with a shitty song
Whinging 'bout the generation I'm born in being wrong
And I guess that you could call me cliché or insane
And you'd be right
I'm fairly lame and fairly tame
Just another chick with a shit guitar
Screaming to the local fucks at a lonely bar
Singing covers of songs you're sick of hearing that are never quite on par
So here's an original and I swear that it's the last
Here's an original and I swear that it's the last
I'm no good with compliments and yet I'm still a narcissist
Dirty child with Catholic sacraments
Not optimistic or religious
Three coffees in the morning
It's 8AM so save the talking
I'll quickly find you really boring just steep the milk
And get to pouring
[Chorus]
And I can feel my organs close to dying
Three VB's, ciggies - mate I'm flying
I guess I'm also really shit at driving
My life's not really satisfying is it
[Verse 2]
I'm a realistic pessimist and I'm a societal pest
I'm competitive, obnoxious
And I don't know how to wear a dress
Fuck you and being depressed you're a kid you're not even eighteen yet
But don't you know best so no worries
Sink your beer and light a durry
[Chorus]
And I can feel my organs close to dying
Three VB's, ciggies - mate I'm flying
I guess I'm also really shit at driving
My life's not really satisfying is it
[Verse 3]
Just another chick with a shitty song
Whinging 'bout the generation I'm born in being wrong
And I guess that you could call me cliché or insane
And you'd be right
I'm fairly lame and fairly tame
Just another chick with a shit guitar
Screaming to the local fucks at a lonely bar
Singing covers of songs you're sick of hearing that are never quite on par
So here's an original and I swear that it's the last
Here's an original and I swear that it's the last