Walking Disasters - The Wombats

She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor

But now she’s always wasted

A total looker, but she’s jaded

The kind of shivering wreck that I adore

I can’t offer you a rescue

I can tell you what I’d do

I’d tell my mother that I love her dearly

And tell my father that I need him back again

And if these words won’t drop from your lips

I will be your freudian slip

And flowers might wilt when we walk past

And self-help might help when it makes us laugh

Only finding questions in answers

You and I are just walking disasters

You and I are just walking disasters

You and I are just walking disasters

She only finds her love in a downtown score

Consumption makes her stronger

You’re the sweetest anaconda

The kind of lack of respect that I adore

I can’t offer you a rescue

But when you’ve lost all that you have left to lose

I’d tell my mother that I love her dearly

And tell my father that I need him back again

And if these words won’t drop from your lips

I will be your freudian slip

As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel

You be my calm I’ll be your pneumatic drill

And what we’ll never want, we’ll always need

Right now we need some pop psychology

To keep us up-beat

So tell your mother that you love her dearly

And tell your father you won’t lock him out again

And if these words won’t drop from your lips

I will be your freudian slip

And flowers might wilt when we walk past

And self-help might help when it makes us laugh

Only finding questions in answers

You and I are just walking disasters

You and I are just walking disasters

You and I are just walking disasters