Song | Misery On A Mainline |
Artist | Clit 45 |
Album | Self-Hate Crimes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dave, Mike | |
Like a hole in a 45 | |
There's an emptiness in all our lives | |
Lost innocence in tired eyes | |
And there's oil burning in the east | |
But it isn't for the lamp of peace | |
Were already dead, the breathing deceased | |
People suffer but we just need what we need | |
Leaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but | |
So we spend these beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I wont find | |
Revolving doors of internal wars | |
(Someone please sew my mouth shut) | |
Supporting afghan renegades | |
With a rose and a razorblade | |
Hitting pipes under city lights | |
Hung himself on Christmas day | |
Day I heard his best friend say | |
Everyone he loves are in their graves | |
Stuck in these lonely caves we ****ing cant escape | |
Straws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tape | |
So we spend these beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I wont find | |
Meaningless sex, whose sheets am I in? | |
It's uneasy stench stains my skin | |
We're all reading out last rights with self-hate crimes | |
Panhandling for hope under smog filled skies | |
(Someone please sew his mouth shut) | |
Give us something to ease this pain | |
Take it all but it wont go away | |
Bloodstained we walk in vain | |
Straight-jacket We're being restrained! | |
Give us something to ease this pain | |
Take it all but it wont go away | |
Bloodstained but all hope is not in vain | |
Motionless Release the chains! | |
10,000 beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I won't find | |
Burning cross on my TV screen | |
The tension wont seize there will be no peace | |
So read me my last rights with self-hate crimes | |
Tied down she shot it up-we said goodbye | |
It's all been misery on a mainline |
zuo qu : Dave, Mike | |
Like a hole in a 45 | |
There' s an emptiness in all our lives | |
Lost innocence in tired eyes | |
And there' s oil burning in the east | |
But it isn' t for the lamp of peace | |
Were already dead, the breathing deceased | |
People suffer but we just need what we need | |
Leaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but | |
So we spend these beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I wont find | |
Revolving doors of internal wars | |
Someone please sew my mouth shut | |
Supporting afghan renegades | |
With a rose and a razorblade | |
Hitting pipes under city lights | |
Hung himself on Christmas day | |
Day I heard his best friend say | |
Everyone he loves are in their graves | |
Stuck in these lonely caves we ing cant escape | |
Straws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tape | |
So we spend these beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I wont find | |
Meaningless sex, whose sheets am I in? | |
It' s uneasy stench stains my skin | |
We' re all reading out last rights with selfhate crimes | |
Panhandling for hope under smog filled skies | |
Someone please sew his mouth shut | |
Give us something to ease this pain | |
Take it all but it wont go away | |
Bloodstained we walk in vain | |
Straightjacket We' re being restrained! | |
Give us something to ease this pain | |
Take it all but it wont go away | |
Bloodstained but all hope is not in vain | |
Motionless Release the chains! | |
10, 000 beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I won' t find | |
Burning cross on my TV screen | |
The tension wont seize there will be no peace | |
So read me my last rights with selfhate crimes | |
Tied down she shot it upwe said goodbye | |
It' s all been misery on a mainline |
zuò qǔ : Dave, Mike | |
Like a hole in a 45 | |
There' s an emptiness in all our lives | |
Lost innocence in tired eyes | |
And there' s oil burning in the east | |
But it isn' t for the lamp of peace | |
Were already dead, the breathing deceased | |
People suffer but we just need what we need | |
Leaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but | |
So we spend these beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I wont find | |
Revolving doors of internal wars | |
Someone please sew my mouth shut | |
Supporting afghan renegades | |
With a rose and a razorblade | |
Hitting pipes under city lights | |
Hung himself on Christmas day | |
Day I heard his best friend say | |
Everyone he loves are in their graves | |
Stuck in these lonely caves we ing cant escape | |
Straws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tape | |
So we spend these beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I wont find | |
Meaningless sex, whose sheets am I in? | |
It' s uneasy stench stains my skin | |
We' re all reading out last rights with selfhate crimes | |
Panhandling for hope under smog filled skies | |
Someone please sew his mouth shut | |
Give us something to ease this pain | |
Take it all but it wont go away | |
Bloodstained we walk in vain | |
Straightjacket We' re being restrained! | |
Give us something to ease this pain | |
Take it all but it wont go away | |
Bloodstained but all hope is not in vain | |
Motionless Release the chains! | |
10, 000 beer stained nights | |
Searching for the things that I won' t find | |
Burning cross on my TV screen | |
The tension wont seize there will be no peace | |
So read me my last rights with selfhate crimes | |
Tied down she shot it upwe said goodbye | |
It' s all been misery on a mainline |