Method to the Madness Lyrics by The Wombats
Stumbling through
The Gothic Quarter streets
No booking code
Means no hotel guaranteed
Tie done wrong
And plastic shoes
A professional learns
From all of their rookie moves
There must be some method to the madness, method to the madness
Still I don’t want to know
Just one more smile and then I’ll go
There must be some method to the madness
Tourist traps and museum food
Saying thanks in a language that’s never been used
This could be a holiday or an intersection
Where two roads fuse, where two roads fuse
There must be some method to the madness
Method to the madness
Still I don’t want to know
Just one last smile and then I’ll go
There must be some method to the madness
Method to the madness
Stop, I don’t need to know
There must be some method to the madness
Fuck my sadness and fuck your role play
No construction, I’ll build it my own way
No more subscribing and no reviews
Fuck our options and fuck the life plan
No more worry, I’ve killed it with both hands
Just give me something to light the fuse
Fuck my sadness and fuck your role play
No construction, I’ll build it my own way
No more subscribing and no reviews
Fuck our options and fuck the life plan
No more worry, I’ve killed it with both hands
Just give me something to light the fuse
Fuck my sadness and fuck your role play
No construction, I’ll build it my own way
No more subscribing and no reviews
Fuck our options and fuck the life plan
No more worry, I’ve killed it with both hands
Just give me something to light the fuse