Song | Hotel Nevada 1982 |
Artist | pg. 99 |
Album | Document #5 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Shut your fucking mouth. tradition does not seem to be working because of its mechanical tone | |
Its one that paralyzes my thoughts and defies my suspense, I breeze through walls as they scratch | |
My floor boards a blue light. looks up, white flash looks away and one blue little fuck makes me look up | |
Two blue fucks make me look away. this is not the truth, this is lies, this is bullshit. | |
I resolve you with a trick of hand and a joke of sight. |