Song | It's Dylan, You Know the Drill |
Artist | Boys Night Out |
Album | Make Yourself Sick |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
An I.O.U. tattoo | |
strung along the finer rip and tears of your heart. | |
And it is there to keep you together where we're all falling apart | |
My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts | |
Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists | |
And this alcohol, my wrecking ball, | |
Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls | |
But, Contrary to counter culture | |
I don't care if the killing stops | |
Or if suffocation claims my lungs | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead at the same time | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead the same time | |
This ringing room has been raped and ruined | |
Completely torn apart by the few who think that they'll find you | |
But time and fate, those things i hate | |
Both have their ways of playing off the winters weight | |
were both older and seven snowfalls | |
worth of colder earth has left us reaching | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead at the same time | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead the same time | |
(At the same time) | |
The cellar door is coming up, coming up | |
and we've had time to lock it up, lock it up | |
I'm feverish i'm burning up burning | |
And i pray to god there's time enough, time enough | |
you know that i love you, But now i just can't shut you up, shut you up, so now i'll have to chop you up, chop you up | |
And I'll just wait till I get caught |
zuo qu : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
An I. O. U. tattoo | |
strung along the finer rip and tears of your heart. | |
And it is there to keep you together where we' re all falling apart | |
My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts | |
Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists | |
And this alcohol, my wrecking ball, | |
Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls | |
But, Contrary to counter culture | |
I don' t care if the killing stops | |
Or if suffocation claims my lungs | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead at the same time | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead the same time | |
This ringing room has been raped and ruined | |
Completely torn apart by the few who think that they' ll find you | |
But time and fate, those things i hate | |
Both have their ways of playing off the winters weight | |
were both older and seven snowfalls | |
worth of colder earth has left us reaching | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead at the same time | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead the same time | |
At the same time | |
The cellar door is coming up, coming up | |
and we' ve had time to lock it up, lock it up | |
I' m feverish i' m burning up burning | |
And i pray to god there' s time enough, time enough | |
you know that i love you, But now i just can' t shut you up, shut you up, so now i' ll have to chop you up, chop you up | |
And I' ll just wait till I get caught |
zuò qǔ : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
An I. O. U. tattoo | |
strung along the finer rip and tears of your heart. | |
And it is there to keep you together where we' re all falling apart | |
My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts | |
Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists | |
And this alcohol, my wrecking ball, | |
Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls | |
But, Contrary to counter culture | |
I don' t care if the killing stops | |
Or if suffocation claims my lungs | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead at the same time | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead the same time | |
This ringing room has been raped and ruined | |
Completely torn apart by the few who think that they' ll find you | |
But time and fate, those things i hate | |
Both have their ways of playing off the winters weight | |
were both older and seven snowfalls | |
worth of colder earth has left us reaching | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead at the same time | |
we, walk a nightmare line | |
wide awake and dead the same time | |
At the same time | |
The cellar door is coming up, coming up | |
and we' ve had time to lock it up, lock it up | |
I' m feverish i' m burning up burning | |
And i pray to god there' s time enough, time enough | |
you know that i love you, But now i just can' t shut you up, shut you up, so now i' ll have to chop you up, chop you up | |
And I' ll just wait till I get caught |