Song | Bomb Hands |
Artist | Social Code |
Album | Social Code |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Johnston, Social Code ... | |
With a match in his hands | |
He breaks down the tallest buildings | |
He's a bomb and his fuse is always burning | |
Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
The pain and the rage is his everything | |
I'm tied to your tragedies | |
I'm tired of your miseries | |
Swearing on me | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back In the mirror | |
I see reflections of him laughing | |
I'd get away, but | |
I'm handcuffed to his heartbeat | |
Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
The pain and the rage is his everything | |
I'm tied to your tragedies | |
I'm tired of your miseries | |
Swearing on me | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like that, | |
Like that | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back Tock tick tock tick tock tick tock |
zuo qu : Johnston, Social Code ... | |
With a match in his hands | |
He breaks down the tallest buildings | |
He' s a bomb and his fuse is always burning | |
Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
The pain and the rage is his everything | |
I' m tied to your tragedies | |
I' m tired of your miseries | |
Swearing on me | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back In the mirror | |
I see reflections of him laughing | |
I' d get away, but | |
I' m handcuffed to his heartbeat | |
Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
The pain and the rage is his everything | |
I' m tied to your tragedies | |
I' m tired of your miseries | |
Swearing on me | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like that, | |
Like that | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back Tock tick tock tick tock tick tock |
zuò qǔ : Johnston, Social Code ... | |
With a match in his hands | |
He breaks down the tallest buildings | |
He' s a bomb and his fuse is always burning | |
Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
The pain and the rage is his everything | |
I' m tied to your tragedies | |
I' m tired of your miseries | |
Swearing on me | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back In the mirror | |
I see reflections of him laughing | |
I' d get away, but | |
I' m handcuffed to his heartbeat | |
Everything he touches always falls to pieces | |
The pain and the rage is his everything | |
I' m tied to your tragedies | |
I' m tired of your miseries | |
Swearing on me | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
Match to the flint to the fuse to the fuel | |
From the spark to the clock as the seconds start to drop | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like that, | |
Like that | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Like your bomb hands | |
Get back, | |
Get back Tock tick tock tick tock tick tock |