The Last Dinner Party - The Feminine Urge (Official Video)

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From The Pyre is out now: Signed exclusives + new CD zine available now: For tickets to our North American tour, register here to receive a pre-sale code: Tickets for our UK, IE, EU & AUS shows are on sale now:   Sign up to our mailing list and we'll tell you all our secrets:  Or join us in The Parlour, our Discord server, for after-dinner games:    Follow The Last Dinner Party: Instagram:  TikTok:  Twitter:  Facebook:  YouTube:  Spotify:  Apple Music:  Lyrics: A room at dusk Mastering the art of lying still Breathe like a girl 'Til my lungs fill Oh, pull your boots up, boys And push me down I'm only here For your entertainment I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands? Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back? Do you want me, or do you want control? Failure to commit to the role, I admit Was a failure you achieved on your own Do you want me to care when you just disappear? I can't win them all (I can't win them all) Run 'til I fall How I wish the trees would swallow me Make me a forest Take away my soul I could never give the curse to her I, I could never live with the guilt of lying That people are kind I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all Ain't it fun to hold the world in your hands? Do you feel like a man when I can't talk back? Do you want me or do you want control? Failure to commit to the role, I admit Was a failure you achieved on your own Do you want me to care when you just disappear? I can't win them all (I can't win them all) I am a dark red liver (Ooh) stretched out on the rocks (Oh-oh-ooh) All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love (Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh) Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well (Oh-oh-ooh) To nurture the wounds my mother held Give me that dark red liquor stretched out on the rocks All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held