The Floor Lyrics

Song	The Floor
Artist	Buck 65
Album	Secret House Against The World
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell
	I can remember being seven years old
	Having goldfish that circled around in a bowl
	I would watch the forest burn and listen to the wind blow
	I remember the table, the drapes, and the window
	The dark brown everything, decoration, styling
	Most of all, I can remember my mother smiling
	Worn out and faded, my hometown was scrappy
	More than anything, she wanted us to be happy
	Little to eat and back and forth to the hospital
	She was right, it's better to be happy if possible
	But the old man was under attack and was weak
	And continued to beat us several times a week
	He lived like a king even though we were piss poor
	I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for
	My outside ached, my inside stung
	The long leather belt had replaced his tongue
	Not knowing how to run or how to hit the brakes
	A white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes
	Both a wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightning
	These were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights
	My mother, the poor fish, staging eternal
	Charades and parades for the raging inferno
	Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while
	Asking me always, why don't you ever smile
	And she'd show me how to do it, mother and wife
	It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life
	It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried
	And one day all of those goldfish died
	Hurricane, forest fire, out of control
	Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl
	And when my father came home, he walked through the door
	And threw those fish to the cat on the kitchen floor
	And the wind died too and I was still a child
	And the three of us watched as my mother smiled

	zuo ci : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell
	I can remember being seven years old
	Having goldfish that circled around in a bowl
	I would watch the forest burn and listen to the wind blow
	I remember the table, the drapes, and the window
	The dark brown everything, decoration, styling
	Most of all, I can remember my mother smiling
	Worn out and faded, my hometown was scrappy
	More than anything, she wanted us to be happy
	Little to eat and back and forth to the hospital
	She was right, it' s better to be happy if possible
	But the old man was under attack and was weak
	And continued to beat us several times a week
	He lived like a king even though we were piss poor
	I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for
	My outside ached, my inside stung
	The long leather belt had replaced his tongue
	Not knowing how to run or how to hit the brakes
	A white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes
	Both a wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightning
	These were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights
	My mother, the poor fish, staging eternal
	Charades and parades for the raging inferno
	Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while
	Asking me always, why don' t you ever smile
	And she' d show me how to do it, mother and wife
	It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life
	It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried
	And one day all of those goldfish died
	Hurricane, forest fire, out of control
	Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl
	And when my father came home, he walked through the door
	And threw those fish to the cat on the kitchen floor
	And the wind died too and I was still a child
	And the three of us watched as my mother smiled

	zuò cí : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell
	I can remember being seven years old
	Having goldfish that circled around in a bowl
	I would watch the forest burn and listen to the wind blow
	I remember the table, the drapes, and the window
	The dark brown everything, decoration, styling
	Most of all, I can remember my mother smiling
	Worn out and faded, my hometown was scrappy
	More than anything, she wanted us to be happy
	Little to eat and back and forth to the hospital
	She was right, it' s better to be happy if possible
	But the old man was under attack and was weak
	And continued to beat us several times a week
	He lived like a king even though we were piss poor
	I tried to be strong and careful what I wished for
	My outside ached, my inside stung
	The long leather belt had replaced his tongue
	Not knowing how to run or how to hit the brakes
	A white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes
	Both a wonder and frightening, the thunder and lightning
	These were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights
	My mother, the poor fish, staging eternal
	Charades and parades for the raging inferno
	Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while
	Asking me always, why don' t you ever smile
	And she' d show me how to do it, mother and wife
	It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life
	It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried
	And one day all of those goldfish died
	Hurricane, forest fire, out of control
	Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl
	And when my father came home, he walked through the door
	And threw those fish to the cat on the kitchen floor
	And the wind died too and I was still a child
	And the three of us watched as my mother smiled

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