Hollies - Postcard lyrics

Screamin everybody, anybody, nobody, ain't it funny

Insincerity just made me a whore

I got this feelin that you don't love me like I love me

Cause if you did you'd give me so much more

Of your money and your time

Spineless putty, fudge a rhyme, lines of slutty hussies

Tee-hee, love's a dub at the door

Me me, buck for support

The biggest duck in the source forged, struck for stubs he tore

War bucks, shucks, but what was it for

I forgot a lot of odds and ends, like God and friends, and lonely faces

Mostly sacred places that we fucked on tour

We trudged on fore

Sport a grimace for the anti witness sickness

Spittin candid candy Christmas

Slipped his slough on the floor

Given just us rewarded, trusted lust at the rusted core

Sinkin fink with double wink and nudge in accord

I only seek relief

Anomaly

Anomaly of honesty

Not the easy wanton skeeze, nobody loves and adores

It all got muddled up so subtlety

Releasing love between greed and greeting hugs and easy drugs

I mean direction was the purpose

Once at least, even if only puddle deep

But you all disappeared once my tongue

touched the reflection reflecting on the surface

It didn't taste much like I wanted it

Switch

My buds must be off a bit

Often it's the audience that clutched the reward

Tell 'em what they want, shit if you want what they got

Struck so suddenly, I can't believe it never sunk in before

We can patronize the fatherless and march 'em to the bottomless pit

Shit if it fits, antagonize a cliché

Garbled garbage, so called artists flip, and ego guarded martyr trips

But peep the rattle hinds and neat fangs

Babble minded weak ways

Cattle rhyming these days

Apple shined and sweet glazed

Grab those diamonds, greed pays

And makes the climb go each way...I know

Tell 'em sit around and heads'll geek to kiss the curb

Then we'll sell 'em fish a noun instead of teach 'em fish a verb

Seven diadems in the flesh, stress like, what should I wear?

To dribble spittle to the middle safe, like, fuck, should I care

Screamin, everybody, anybody, nobody, funny

Insincerity just made me a king, bling

I got this feeling that ya'll love me like an ugly hungry puppy

But if not then please save me three seats

And maybe we's me

And maybe you ain't, tainted self hell

With patients like Kavorkian

Narcishorties sang the cd

At least the pattern formin habit for the early fish to grab

Shit, at most, awaited latest was the lamest release

It's all about the unit, push love

Love, assuming it's love

If you insist, love

Somebody, anybody, this tomb isn't love