The Wombats yet again evidenced their prowess
with the release of an EP in which even the “deep tracks” merit high praise. The
EP, “This What It Feels Like To Feel Like This?,” holds six tracks, including
two previously released singles. But “Demons” stands as the favorite of Indie
Obsessive and it is not featured in any promotional material. “Demons” cloaks lyrical
darkness in a comfortable melody. Instrumentally, the guitar riff is
particularly appealing. Lyrically, the imagery of “There's a demon inside of
me / And he's drinking on the job again” is golden.
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Lyrics of “Demons” by
The Wombats
There's a demon inside of me
And there's nowhere left to run this time
Got me singing from the wrong hymn sheet
Got me cooking with a pocketknife
There's a demon inside of me
And he's drinking on the job again
Lost his wallet and lost his keys
Then threw the bottle at his best friend’s head
Stay close, don't leave
I'll let you trick me with another lie
I'll play along, I won't cheat
I don't wanna live a quiet life
I don't wanna live a quiet life
There's a demon inside of me
And he's itching for another scratch
Temper tantrums in the street
I saw him skipping through the tear gas
Stay close, don't leave
I'll let you trick me with another lie
I'll play along I won't cheat
I don't wanna live a quiet life
Stick around with me
Let me sink into your burning eyes
It's so hard to lose a missing piece
I don't wanna live a quiet life
I don't wanna live a quiet life
I don't wanna live a quiet life
There's a demon inside of me
And there's nowhere left to run this time
There's a demon inside of me
And there's nowhere left to run this time
Got me singing from the wrong hymn sheet
Got me cooking with a pocketknife
There's a demon inside of me
And he's drinking on the job again
Lost his wallet and lost his keys
Then threw the bottle at his best friend’s head
Stay close, don't leave
I'll let you trick me with another lie
I'll play along, I won't cheat
I don't wanna live a quiet life
I don't wanna live a quiet life
There's a demon inside of me
And he's itching for another scratch
Temper tantrums in the street
I saw him skipping through the tear gas
Stay close, don't leave
I'll let you trick me with another lie
I'll play along I won't cheat
I don't wanna live a quiet life
Stick around with me
Let me sink into your burning eyes
It's so hard to lose a missing piece
I don't wanna live a quiet life
I don't wanna live a quiet life
I don't wanna live a quiet life
There's a demon inside of me
And there's nowhere left to run this time
The EP also includes new single “Dressed To Kill,” which builds from sparse guitar and drums until it breaks out into an anthemic chorus. Speaking on the single, frontman Matthew “Murph” Murphy says: “Dressed To Kill is a slightly tongue in cheek song about getting prepared for an evening that will without a doubt go sideways, but attacking it with confidence nevertheless.”
“Dressed
to Kill” by The Wombats
I've got to get you out of my mind
And back into my arms
Closer than a close shave
I want to be shaking in the shockwave
It's on tonight and I've only got one clear shot
A little courage for the road please
Throw my troubles in a deep freeze
I'm dressed to kill and if I don't somebody else will
Like the glass that's glued to your hand
Baby I'm going to be your man
I'm dressed to kill
I must me taking all the right pills
You know I'm your number one fan
Baby I'm going to be your man
Yeah I'm going to be your man
Let's have the best worst night
We've ever had in our lives
You, me and Molly in the bathroom
Making nunchucks out of bamboo
And I don't need philosophy this time
They're all just words that bounce around
Until our bodies meet the ground
I'm dressed to kill and if I don't somebody else will
Like the glass that's glued to your hand
Baby I'm going to be your man
I'm dressed to kill
I must me taking all the right pills
You know I'm your number one fan
Baby I'm going to be your man
Yeah I'm going to be your man
I'm dressed to kill and if I don't somebody else will
Like the glass that's glued to your hand
Baby I'm going to be your man
I'm dressed to kill
I must me taking all the right pills
You know I'm your number one fan
Baby I'm going to be your man
Yeah I'm going to be your man
Yeah I'm going to be your man
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