Lewis Takes Off His Shirt

As soon as I got on the horse I forgot about the math Forgot about the odds against an adolescent Standing up to all of Owen's wrath The heat of prairie summer is impossible to take I grab the hem and lift the fabric over my sweet head I know what you're looking for And I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you Government rule established by a dazzling light show A hegemony armored with a thousand-watt head and seven inches of echo Well I keep up my velocity, my spurs are in her sides I don't know what I'm doing and it is the only way Toward the range I'll ride, singing I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I am overrated, said the sculptress to the sea I've been praised for all the ways the marble leaves the man And I was wrong to try and free him And as for me I am a vector, I am muscle, I am bone The sun upon my shoulders and the horse between my legs This is all I know My senses are bedazzled by the parallax of the road I concentrate to keep contained the overflow My knuckles grip so tightly my fingers start to bleed If what I have is what you need I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you I'm never gonna give it to you --- Lewis Takes Off His Shirt - Owen Pallett and Final Fantasy