Song | Mailbox Arson |
Artist | Alexisonfire |
Album | Crisis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Alexisonfire | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
I strike a red bird on your face | |
And pour the kerosene in your mouth | |
I watch the match fall down your throat | |
I burn all your precious bowels | |
I watch the smoke pour from every crack | |
And breathe in your secret lives | |
All your bills, pay and welfare cheques | |
But I don't think | |
I can stay for long | |
There's lots more mail that's not yet ash | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
I'm taking this town back | |
I watch the smoke start to rise | |
One hundred homes | |
One hundred fires | |
Everything you own now burns away | |
This town is no longer mine | |
It's ****ed with me for the last time | |
How I wish that | |
I could see your face | |
When the sky is streaked with plumes | |
Know that it's my signature | |
Upon this wretched ****ing city | |
Mailbox arson | |
My sweet revenge | |
Mailbox arson | |
My sweet revenge | |
I'll strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
I'll strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
I will strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
Strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
When the smoke clears | |
You can consider us even | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
Your mail's not safe in this town | |
I'm taking this town back | |
I watch the smoke start to rise | |
One hundred homes | |
One hundred fires | |
Everything you own now burns away | |
This town is no longer mine | |
It's ****ed with me for the last time | |
How I wish that | |
I could see your face |
zuo qu : Alexisonfire | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
I strike a red bird on your face | |
And pour the kerosene in your mouth | |
I watch the match fall down your throat | |
I burn all your precious bowels | |
I watch the smoke pour from every crack | |
And breathe in your secret lives | |
All your bills, pay and welfare cheques | |
But I don' t think | |
I can stay for long | |
There' s lots more mail that' s not yet ash | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
I' m taking this town back | |
I watch the smoke start to rise | |
One hundred homes | |
One hundred fires | |
Everything you own now burns away | |
This town is no longer mine | |
It' s ed with me for the last time | |
How I wish that | |
I could see your face | |
When the sky is streaked with plumes | |
Know that it' s my signature | |
Upon this wretched ing city | |
Mailbox arson | |
My sweet revenge | |
Mailbox arson | |
My sweet revenge | |
I' ll strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
I' ll strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
I will strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
Strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
When the smoke clears | |
You can consider us even | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
I' m taking this town back | |
I watch the smoke start to rise | |
One hundred homes | |
One hundred fires | |
Everything you own now burns away | |
This town is no longer mine | |
It' s ed with me for the last time | |
How I wish that | |
I could see your face |
zuò qǔ : Alexisonfire | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
I strike a red bird on your face | |
And pour the kerosene in your mouth | |
I watch the match fall down your throat | |
I burn all your precious bowels | |
I watch the smoke pour from every crack | |
And breathe in your secret lives | |
All your bills, pay and welfare cheques | |
But I don' t think | |
I can stay for long | |
There' s lots more mail that' s not yet ash | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
I' m taking this town back | |
I watch the smoke start to rise | |
One hundred homes | |
One hundred fires | |
Everything you own now burns away | |
This town is no longer mine | |
It' s ed with me for the last time | |
How I wish that | |
I could see your face | |
When the sky is streaked with plumes | |
Know that it' s my signature | |
Upon this wretched ing city | |
Mailbox arson | |
My sweet revenge | |
Mailbox arson | |
My sweet revenge | |
I' ll strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
I' ll strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
I will strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
Strike a match and burn away | |
Every tie that binds me to this place | |
When the smoke clears | |
You can consider us even | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
Your mail' s not safe in this town | |
I' m taking this town back | |
I watch the smoke start to rise | |
One hundred homes | |
One hundred fires | |
Everything you own now burns away | |
This town is no longer mine | |
It' s ed with me for the last time | |
How I wish that | |
I could see your face |