A Bigger Paper Bag - Father John Misty

Dance like a butterfly and drink like a fish

If you’re bent on taking demons down with only your fist

And I’ve never known anyone who could lose himself in a bigger paper bag

The weaker the signal, the sweeter the noise

Hunching over an instrument that you now employ

Like the starvation army needs a marching piano in the band

Are you feeling used?

I do

Oh, I was pissing on the flame

Like a child with cash or a king on cocaine

I’ve got the world by the balls

Am I supposed to behave?

What a fraud

What a con

You’re the only one I love

It’s easy to assume that you’ve built some rapport

With a someone who only likes you for what you like yourself for

Okay, you be my mirror but remember there are only a few angles I tend to prefer

I’m only here to serve

Oh, I was pissing on the flame

Like a child with cash or a king on cocaine

I’ve got the world by the balls

Am I supposed to behave?

Oh, I was dancing 'round the flame

Like a high-wire act with a «who, me?»

face

I was living on nothing but water and cake

What a fraud

What a con

You’re the only one I love

One I love, one I love