作词 : Esch, Konietzko, Schulz, Watts | |
I keep account of my hits and my misses | |
The bottle makes the final call | |
Fuel me with some of your kisses | |
Turn towards the weeping wall | |
Distilled within your discipline | |
Return to go and start again | |
Bleeding on your hallowed ground | |
I'm gonna lay this sodden soul right down in... | |
Spit sperm spit | |
Your TV is my teacher | |
Confessional and preacher | |
Forgive me lord for all this hate | |
I simply am inebriate | |
See the gun | |
Pick it up | |
All day long you'll have good luck | |
See the gun | |
Let it lie | |
You'll want that gun before you die | |
Spit sperm | |
This moral bankrupt stinking vat | |
Spit sperm | |
Of shit-fueled lies and empty highs | |
Spit sperm | |
Bled between these piss stained lines | |
Spit sperm | |
And hid behind my glazing eyes |
zuo ci : Esch, Konietzko, Schulz, Watts | |
I keep account of my hits and my misses | |
The bottle makes the final call | |
Fuel me with some of your kisses | |
Turn towards the weeping wall | |
Distilled within your discipline | |
Return to go and start again | |
Bleeding on your hallowed ground | |
I' m gonna lay this sodden soul right down in... | |
Spit sperm spit | |
Your TV is my teacher | |
Confessional and preacher | |
Forgive me lord for all this hate | |
I simply am inebriate | |
See the gun | |
Pick it up | |
All day long you' ll have good luck | |
See the gun | |
Let it lie | |
You' ll want that gun before you die | |
Spit sperm | |
This moral bankrupt stinking vat | |
Spit sperm | |
Of shitfueled lies and empty highs | |
Spit sperm | |
Bled between these piss stained lines | |
Spit sperm | |
And hid behind my glazing eyes |
zuò cí : Esch, Konietzko, Schulz, Watts | |
I keep account of my hits and my misses | |
The bottle makes the final call | |
Fuel me with some of your kisses | |
Turn towards the weeping wall | |
Distilled within your discipline | |
Return to go and start again | |
Bleeding on your hallowed ground | |
I' m gonna lay this sodden soul right down in... | |
Spit sperm spit | |
Your TV is my teacher | |
Confessional and preacher | |
Forgive me lord for all this hate | |
I simply am inebriate | |
See the gun | |
Pick it up | |
All day long you' ll have good luck | |
See the gun | |
Let it lie | |
You' ll want that gun before you die | |
Spit sperm | |
This moral bankrupt stinking vat | |
Spit sperm | |
Of shitfueled lies and empty highs | |
Spit sperm | |
Bled between these piss stained lines | |
Spit sperm | |
And hid behind my glazing eyes |