Song | Stumblefoot |
Artist | Tourniquet |
Album | Crawl to China |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kirkpatrick | |
Deep in that cranial psycho vault | |
The thought you are to be sans fault | |
It ain't meant to happen on our own | |
The consequence of diligence | |
Without Him will show all the dents | |
That's why our eyes are always on the throne | |
What's wrong with me, what's wrong with you | |
How many times we've fallen through | |
The thin dev-ice of foolish thinking | |
All along our pride is sinking | |
The smoothness of another day | |
Convice me that I'm on my way | |
At 3 P.M. it all falls flat | |
I realize I ain't all dat | |
Stumble foot foot stumble | |
As your ideals start to crumble | |
Stumble soot foot fumble | |
Just another chance to be humble | |
Stumble foot foot stumble | |
As your ideals start to crumble | |
The consequence of diligence | |
Without Him will show all the dents | |
You point out others' sins overt | |
Under the carpet, sweep your dirt |
zuo ci : Kirkpatrick | |
Deep in that cranial psycho vault | |
The thought you are to be sans fault | |
It ain' t meant to happen on our own | |
The consequence of diligence | |
Without Him will show all the dents | |
That' s why our eyes are always on the throne | |
What' s wrong with me, what' s wrong with you | |
How many times we' ve fallen through | |
The thin device of foolish thinking | |
All along our pride is sinking | |
The smoothness of another day | |
Convice me that I' m on my way | |
At 3 P. M. it all falls flat | |
I realize I ain' t all dat | |
Stumble foot foot stumble | |
As your ideals start to crumble | |
Stumble soot foot fumble | |
Just another chance to be humble | |
Stumble foot foot stumble | |
As your ideals start to crumble | |
The consequence of diligence | |
Without Him will show all the dents | |
You point out others' sins overt | |
Under the carpet, sweep your dirt |
zuò cí : Kirkpatrick | |
Deep in that cranial psycho vault | |
The thought you are to be sans fault | |
It ain' t meant to happen on our own | |
The consequence of diligence | |
Without Him will show all the dents | |
That' s why our eyes are always on the throne | |
What' s wrong with me, what' s wrong with you | |
How many times we' ve fallen through | |
The thin device of foolish thinking | |
All along our pride is sinking | |
The smoothness of another day | |
Convice me that I' m on my way | |
At 3 P. M. it all falls flat | |
I realize I ain' t all dat | |
Stumble foot foot stumble | |
As your ideals start to crumble | |
Stumble soot foot fumble | |
Just another chance to be humble | |
Stumble foot foot stumble | |
As your ideals start to crumble | |
The consequence of diligence | |
Without Him will show all the dents | |
You point out others' sins overt | |
Under the carpet, sweep your dirt |