Maybe These Boys... Lyrics
| Song | Maybe These Boys... |
| Artist | The Church |
| Album | Remote Luxury |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kilbey | |
| Framed up baby, know her place | |
| Slippery salmon all over her face | |
| Browsing down through the mirrored hall | |
| See arizona standing ten feet tall | |
| Her father's smart, plays his part | |
| Twirls his star and watch them start | |
| Oh no no don't wander off the set | |
| We haven't reached the borders yet | |
| Then into town he rides in grim | |
| All the mercenaries are following him | |
| Ripped and raw, lays his glove on the door | |
| Walks in and tells the man on the floor | |
| Maybe these boys want to do some talking | |
| Your room's a mess, it's ugliness | |
| But i go on living in it till you say yes | |
| The curtains are new, but the windows are old | |
| All the stories passing through already been told | |
| We live in a style where trust is a drag | |
| To hold up your end means the middle will sag | |
| Some blackhearted actors interfered in your scene | |
| And you can't stand success or the place where it's been | |
| The fader's been placed, judgment passed down | |
| Staying up all night till pure sleep drags you down | |
| Ripped and raw, her voice at the door | |
| Walks in, expecting him, finds something more | |
| Says maybe these boys want to do some talking |
| zuo ci : Kilbey | |
| Framed up baby, know her place | |
| Slippery salmon all over her face | |
| Browsing down through the mirrored hall | |
| See arizona standing ten feet tall | |
| Her father' s smart, plays his part | |
| Twirls his star and watch them start | |
| Oh no no don' t wander off the set | |
| We haven' t reached the borders yet | |
| Then into town he rides in grim | |
| All the mercenaries are following him | |
| Ripped and raw, lays his glove on the door | |
| Walks in and tells the man on the floor | |
| Maybe these boys want to do some talking | |
| Your room' s a mess, it' s ugliness | |
| But i go on living in it till you say yes | |
| The curtains are new, but the windows are old | |
| All the stories passing through already been told | |
| We live in a style where trust is a drag | |
| To hold up your end means the middle will sag | |
| Some blackhearted actors interfered in your scene | |
| And you can' t stand success or the place where it' s been | |
| The fader' s been placed, judgment passed down | |
| Staying up all night till pure sleep drags you down | |
| Ripped and raw, her voice at the door | |
| Walks in, expecting him, finds something more | |
| Says maybe these boys want to do some talking |
| zuò cí : Kilbey | |
| Framed up baby, know her place | |
| Slippery salmon all over her face | |
| Browsing down through the mirrored hall | |
| See arizona standing ten feet tall | |
| Her father' s smart, plays his part | |
| Twirls his star and watch them start | |
| Oh no no don' t wander off the set | |
| We haven' t reached the borders yet | |
| Then into town he rides in grim | |
| All the mercenaries are following him | |
| Ripped and raw, lays his glove on the door | |
| Walks in and tells the man on the floor | |
| Maybe these boys want to do some talking | |
| Your room' s a mess, it' s ugliness | |
| But i go on living in it till you say yes | |
| The curtains are new, but the windows are old | |
| All the stories passing through already been told | |
| We live in a style where trust is a drag | |
| To hold up your end means the middle will sag | |
| Some blackhearted actors interfered in your scene | |
| And you can' t stand success or the place where it' s been | |
| The fader' s been placed, judgment passed down | |
| Staying up all night till pure sleep drags you down | |
| Ripped and raw, her voice at the door | |
| Walks in, expecting him, finds something more | |
| Says maybe these boys want to do some talking |
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