Song | 97 Ways To Kill A Superhero |
Artist | Loudermilk |
Album | The Red Record |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ingersoll | |
I want to know where you laid your head last night | |
You just couldn't keep him in your bloodstream or in your eyesight, behindsight | |
It's glue that holds you so close to nowhere | |
All the chemicals have been depleted you look so defeated my boy | |
And now you're so tired of life, your soul's been burnt by desire | |
When you laid down beside her inside her and you got so mad | |
You drove your car so fast that you smashed into heaven | |
And then you descended | |
My boy, now you're so tired of life, your soul's been burnt by desire you laid down inside her, beside, you turn empty inside | |
Your words return ever hollow...the truth's so hard to swallow | |
So hard now pull the babies from their beds | |
Your teeth just rot inside your head, you're just some bones and skind that walk narrow | |
Your path and staggering walk | |
Born so alive, but raised to be dead |
zuo qu : Ingersoll | |
I want to know where you laid your head last night | |
You just couldn' t keep him in your bloodstream or in your eyesight, behindsight | |
It' s glue that holds you so close to nowhere | |
All the chemicals have been depleted you look so defeated my boy | |
And now you' re so tired of life, your soul' s been burnt by desire | |
When you laid down beside her inside her and you got so mad | |
You drove your car so fast that you smashed into heaven | |
And then you descended | |
My boy, now you' re so tired of life, your soul' s been burnt by desire you laid down inside her, beside, you turn empty inside | |
Your words return ever hollow... the truth' s so hard to swallow | |
So hard now pull the babies from their beds | |
Your teeth just rot inside your head, you' re just some bones and skind that walk narrow | |
Your path and staggering walk | |
Born so alive, but raised to be dead |
zuò qǔ : Ingersoll | |
I want to know where you laid your head last night | |
You just couldn' t keep him in your bloodstream or in your eyesight, behindsight | |
It' s glue that holds you so close to nowhere | |
All the chemicals have been depleted you look so defeated my boy | |
And now you' re so tired of life, your soul' s been burnt by desire | |
When you laid down beside her inside her and you got so mad | |
You drove your car so fast that you smashed into heaven | |
And then you descended | |
My boy, now you' re so tired of life, your soul' s been burnt by desire you laid down inside her, beside, you turn empty inside | |
Your words return ever hollow... the truth' s so hard to swallow | |
So hard now pull the babies from their beds | |
Your teeth just rot inside your head, you' re just some bones and skind that walk narrow | |
Your path and staggering walk | |
Born so alive, but raised to be dead |