Madame Catastrophe
Album: single
By: Jennifer Tefft
By: Jennifer Tefft
Duration
3:21
Genres
Description
“Madame Catastrophe”, is full of flame and blame and vitriol, and hearing the song, I want to see her protagonist go down. Tefft has no love for her loathsome ilk, and the passion in her raw, fierce vocals definitively comes across...This is one spot-on fist-waving track, the kind you find yourself belting along to as you drive to work, no matter if you intend to or not (and you probably don’t intend to). Fierce content, fierce hooks, fierce performance.
Lyrics
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Tefft She's such a quiet girl struck dumb by the weight of the world. Out spinning in the atmosphere chewin' on every word.... She hears everything Got a pocket where she keeps these things Pull 'em out like ammunition Take you down like a sweet assassin Madame Catastrophe I don't care what you see Stop spitting these things at me Whadya say? Madame Catastrophe I don't get what you need Stop breathing your fire on me Whadya say? Whadya say? She's got it figured out A wicked grin and a shot across the bow Down under the conversation lies a fire breathing dragon Ever like ammunition Take you down like a sweet assassin Madame Catastrophe I don't care what you see Stop spitting these things at me Whadya say? Madame Catastrophe I don't get what you need Stop breathing your on me Whadya say? Whadya say? Crawling like a wounded dog Tail between your legs What you say, you say you don’t hear What you do , you say you don’t care I don’t understand the point of this Madame Catastrophe I don't care what you see Stop spitting these things at me Whadya say? Madame Catastrophe I don't get what you need Stop breathing your fire on me Whadya say? Whadya say? Whadya say? Madame Catastrophe?
