I Get It
Lyrics
So you say I make a man as it is Well, give us your sad, sad trip You're right, I get it, it all makes sense You're the perfect personfull lyrics...
So you say I make a man as it is Well, give us your sad, sad trip You're right, I get it, it all makes sense You're the perfect personfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
hard rock rootsvarying tempo and time signatures
extensive vamping
minor key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
heavy electric rhythm guitars
acoustic rhythm guitars
vocal harmonies
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Should you need it at all? So right, so wrong Do you want it or not? Takes a man to see You're the perfect person Or face the face we've mauled Let's all live in your imaginary life How dare you call it off? So right, so wrong Publishers: SUSHI GRADE MUSIC, WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP Do you want enough? So you say I make a man as it is Do you want enough? So right, so wrong You're right, I get it, it all makes sense The touch of life, what's failed to mention so far? You're the perfect person You're the perfect person Of course the lionous fountains Let's all live in your imaginary life How dare you call that on? You're right, I get it, it all makes sense You're right, I get it, it all makes sense Songwriters: Peter Loeffler, Samuel Loeffler Like pent up vanished falls Do you want it all? Of fast and restless blackmail So right, so wrong Well, give us your sad, sad trip You're the perfect person We're doomed and there's plenty for all Let's all live in your imaginary life Do you want it all? You're right, I get it, it all makes sense Should you need it at all? Let's all live in your imaginary life, life, life, life How dare you call it suffering? Assumed it's whether we're right or wrong How dare you catch me counting? Dress all these turnin's, they're doubled in time


