Destroyer - Trembling Peacock

Relax,   trembling   peacock...  
No,   I   wasn't   born   to   rock...  
Oh,   I   was   just   plain   born...  
And   then   I   kind   of   grew   and   then,   well...  
Vancouver   made   me,   I   guess   it's   true...  
Sired   to   the   House   of   Lords  
(these   days   they   call   them   'Co-Op   Boards'),  
and   now   it's   in   my   royal   blood  
to   vote   and   vote   and   vote   and   vote  
on   things   that   never   change...  
Gods   give   and   gods   give   our   gifts   away...
 
Interlude
 
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Settle   down,   trembling   peacock...  
No,   I   wasn't   sent   to   rock   you...  
Oh,   I   just   kind   of   came...  
And   then   I   withdrew   and   then,   well...  
I   guess   the   rest   of   you   already   knew...  
Sired   to   the   House   of   Lords
on   the   day   they   declared   it   bankrupt   and  
now   conquered   lands   pay   tribute   to   the   shifts   of   your   skirt,  
children   at   play   get   hurt,  
and   wars   are   won   from   a   foxhole...
 
Interlude   with   solo   (again)
And!   intermittent   babababababa's
 
The   inner   world   of   a   dove   is   complex,   I'm   telling   you...  
Lovers   of   the   air,   beware...  
But   for   us   it's   real   simple...  
Look   -   shot   through   with   arrows,  
a   chest   full   of   sparrows,  

Artist Destroyer Genres Rock