Song | Poet's Tell |
Artist | Flotsam & Jetsam |
Album | Drift |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
Living on your own again | |
What's gonna keep you clean this time? | |
Well, how you wear your skin so hard | |
And breathe that turpentine | |
You're not her only hurting son | |
But her favorite one, it seems | |
You thought you'd die | |
When you heard goodbye | |
And sank your dreams | |
You're just confused like the rest of us | |
About your next meal | |
Left mistakes everywhere | |
For the whole world to feel | |
It comes around once more | |
Get drunk again before we go | |
I wish I'd heard his last dying words | |
Last dying words | |
My train of thought gets slow | |
It's over money | |
I needWhy | |
I'll never even know | |
You need prayer more than | |
Anyone I ever knew | |
But save a prayer for later | |
To get a drink or two | |
Remember when we all said | |
That we could stop any time | |
Poet's tell how gods fell | |
Through his last dying words | |
Last dying words | |
My train of thought gets slow | |
Why I'll never even know | |
You need prayer more than | |
Anyone I ever knew | |
But save a prayer for later | |
To get a drink or two | |
Remember when we all said | |
That we could stop any time | |
Poet's tell how gods fell | |
Through his last dying words | |
Last dying words, last dying words | |
Last dying words, dying words |
zuo ci : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
Living on your own again | |
What' s gonna keep you clean this time? | |
Well, how you wear your skin so hard | |
And breathe that turpentine | |
You' re not her only hurting son | |
But her favorite one, it seems | |
You thought you' d die | |
When you heard goodbye | |
And sank your dreams | |
You' re just confused like the rest of us | |
About your next meal | |
Left mistakes everywhere | |
For the whole world to feel | |
It comes around once more | |
Get drunk again before we go | |
I wish I' d heard his last dying words | |
Last dying words | |
My train of thought gets slow | |
It' s over money | |
I needWhy | |
I' ll never even know | |
You need prayer more than | |
Anyone I ever knew | |
But save a prayer for later | |
To get a drink or two | |
Remember when we all said | |
That we could stop any time | |
Poet' s tell how gods fell | |
Through his last dying words | |
Last dying words | |
My train of thought gets slow | |
Why I' ll never even know | |
You need prayer more than | |
Anyone I ever knew | |
But save a prayer for later | |
To get a drink or two | |
Remember when we all said | |
That we could stop any time | |
Poet' s tell how gods fell | |
Through his last dying words | |
Last dying words, last dying words | |
Last dying words, dying words |
zuò cí : Braverman, Carlson, Gilbert ... | |
Living on your own again | |
What' s gonna keep you clean this time? | |
Well, how you wear your skin so hard | |
And breathe that turpentine | |
You' re not her only hurting son | |
But her favorite one, it seems | |
You thought you' d die | |
When you heard goodbye | |
And sank your dreams | |
You' re just confused like the rest of us | |
About your next meal | |
Left mistakes everywhere | |
For the whole world to feel | |
It comes around once more | |
Get drunk again before we go | |
I wish I' d heard his last dying words | |
Last dying words | |
My train of thought gets slow | |
It' s over money | |
I needWhy | |
I' ll never even know | |
You need prayer more than | |
Anyone I ever knew | |
But save a prayer for later | |
To get a drink or two | |
Remember when we all said | |
That we could stop any time | |
Poet' s tell how gods fell | |
Through his last dying words | |
Last dying words | |
My train of thought gets slow | |
Why I' ll never even know | |
You need prayer more than | |
Anyone I ever knew | |
But save a prayer for later | |
To get a drink or two | |
Remember when we all said | |
That we could stop any time | |
Poet' s tell how gods fell | |
Through his last dying words | |
Last dying words, last dying words | |
Last dying words, dying words |