«We all need someone to drive us mad»

Este año The Wombats sacaron nada menos que cinco singles. Si los cinco entran, podría ser un récord de la lista. Creo. Pero bueno, esta si entro, es con la que abre su segundo disco, This Modern Glitch, para mi uno de los mejores discos del año.

Escucha: Our Perfect Disease 

Síguelos: The Wombats

La lista completa hasta ahora: Top Singles 2011

The Wombats – Our Perfect Disease

We don’t admit it but we never seen eye to eye
My hobby’s moaning and yours is making money
It’s always a shock when old friends pass by
But with you its no death in the family

Let’s not talk about hate when theres hell to pay
For my cowardice and your bad timing
We don’t admit it but we never seen eye to eye
But it’s not through a lack of trying

It was the perfect disease we had
Something to argue and scream about
Who do I see about contracting it back?
And locking it somewhere it can’t get ripped out
It was the perfect disease we had
And its absence lies a painful fact
We all need someone to drive us mad

I didn’t say it but you never were the honest type
You tried to fabricate a bedtime story
And now I miss those games we had of Jekyll and Hyde
Ever since the day that we parted company

Don’t send a helping hand
I need a battering ram
To beat the reasons that I miss you so sorely
We didn’t say it but we never saw eye to eye
Now life is carefree and equally as boring
It was the perfect disease we had
Something to argue and scream about
Who can I see about contracting it back?
And locking it somewhere it can’t get ripped out
It was the perfect disease we had
And in its absence lies a painful fact
We all need someone to drive us mad

I need you in the tv
I need you on the train
I need you every single which way
I need you in the mirrors
I need you in my bed
I needed you to wreck my head
I need you in the tv
I need you on the train
I need you just to stand in my way
I need you in the mirrors
I need you in my bed

It was the perfect disease we had
Something to argue and scream about
Who can I see about contracting it back?
And locking it somewhere it can’t get ripped out
It was the perfect disease we had