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Track: Dead Now
Artist: Frightened Rabbit
Album: Pedestrian Verse

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Name: Frightened Rabbit
Spotify Genres: indie rock
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Scottish indie rock band founded in 2003 in Selkirk and based in Glasgow. Disbanded in 2018 following the death of vocalist Scott Hutchison. Current Line-up: [a1727707]: lead vocals, rhythm guitar (2003 - 2018 (Until his death)) [a3107053]: drums, percussion, backing vocals (2004 - 2018) [a1861163]: bass guitar, guitar, keyboards, backing vocals (2005 - 2018) [a3107052]: guitar, keyboards, bass guitar (2008 - 2018) [a3953228]: guitar (2015 - 2018; touring member 2013 - 2014) Former Members: [a1309740]: guitar, keyboards (2009 - 2014)

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Release: Frightened Rabbit - Pedestrian Verse
Year: 2013
Genres: Rock
Styles: Indie Rock

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LYRICS

I'm not myself, I am
A broken boxer stuffed with glass and sand
This is not how health should feel
Songs sung from the lungs of the elderly
I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see
The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh
I'm dead now, can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphony's finally ceased, oh

I put my heart where my mouth is
Now I can't thumb it down again
I've gone deviled my kidneys
Now he's living inside of me
If we can't bring an exorcist
I'll settle for one of your stiffest drinks
We'll scream hell towards heaven's door
And now I'll piss on your front porch

I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see
The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh
I'm dead now, can you hear the relief
As life's belligerent symphony's finally ceased, oh
We're all dead now, join hands and we'll sing
To the glory of hell and the virtue of sin

There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong with me

There's something wrong with me
And there is nothing like poetry
So there you rob me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies
There is something wrong with me
Oh, there's something wrong with me
Oh, there's nothing like poetry
Oh you rob me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies
There is something wrong with me