Avocado, Baby - Los Campesinos!

There’s no box to tick for red, so I put down blue instead

'Cause it’s closest there’s to grey in the categories

And the veins within the whites are a statement of demise

Doe Eyes, you should stay at home licking batteries

And I feel like I’m the host of a terrible game show

And the guests on today’s quiz are celebrities

Won’t respond to any clues, they’re just cracking jokes for views

But the answers to these questions mean everything

I had a friend who had made a flag day

Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak

I have known friends to crack from love’s weight

Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break

Oh, it won’t get better

That doesn’t mean it’s gonna get any worse

You’ll find a draft’a life-long love letter

Signed to the man who will be driving your hearse

Salacia’s in the depths, and if I avoid the nets

Threaten, «I'll cuckold you, Neptune» for definite

Meet between the dog and wolf, with the hoarfrost underfoot

And I’ll show you every fire in Delphinus

A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy

That’s why they call me the avocado, baby

May she who casts the first fist of dirt across the casket

Have mourners lick the mud from her fingernails

'Tween the breadth’a your arms span, I was a renaissance man

Books of lies stacked either side, you were my carrell

I had a friend who had made a flag day

Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak

I have known friends to crack from love’s weight

Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break

I had a friend who had made a flag day

Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak

I have known friends to crack from love’s weight

Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break

Oh, it won’t get better

That doesn’t mean it’s gonna get any worse

You’ll find a draft’a life-long love letter

Signed to the man who will be driving your hearse

I had a friend who had made a flag day

Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak

I have known friends to crack from love’s weight

Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break

I had a friend who had made a flag day

Blood on their hands from shards of a heartbreak

I have known friends to crack from love’s weight

Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break

A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy

That’s why they call me the avocado, baby

A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy

That’s why they call me the avocado, baby

A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy

That’s why they call me the avocado, baby

A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy

That’s why they call me the avocado, baby