Her Majesty - Brain Trauma

Well there's a soft spot
In everybody's head
A place where the thoughts collide
So you hit me right there
In the center of my pride
And gave the whole block a scare
American food and good, cheap beer
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Media and fear
Gordon Ramsay and reality TV
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Seems alright to me
Can I get an amen
To the rumors on the street
With the big voice and the small brain
When they roar about power
And hell and fire and rain
My impulse is to call 'em cowards
Eleanor Rigby must've died in vain
And Jolene must've lost her man
Cause long telephone calls
Don't work on our phone plans
And their life goes by as mine's stalled
American food and good, cheap beer
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Media and fear
Gordon Ramsay and reality TV
Brain trauma, brain trauma
As far as I can see
Well the coroners office closes at five
And I haven't got all day
Well if you don't put me through
I'll have a right to sue
And pull out in my Chevrolet
American food and good, cheap beer
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Media and fear
Gordon Ramsay and reality TV
Brain trauma, Brain trauma
As far as I can see
I live alone in a house built for two
With my phone as a flashlight and nothing to do
If I look out the window, I know what I'll see
Brain trauma, brain trauma staring back at me
American food and good, cheap beer
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Media and fear
Gordon Ramsay and reality TV
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Seems alright to me
American war and good, cheap fear
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Ringing in my ear
Concussions all around and I'll never be free
Brain trauma brain trauma
Seems alright to me
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Seems alright to me
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Seems alright to me
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Seems alright to me
Brain trauma, brain trauma
Seems alright to me

Written by:
Zora Dulaney

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