Song | The story of Roscoe Gray |
Artist | Dikta |
Album | Get it together |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
No one believes you | |
When you‘re six years old | |
Don‘t make up stories | |
Do as you‘re told | |
You try, you try, you try to warn them | |
Of what, and who is coming for you | |
You cry, you cry, to catch someone‘s eye | |
Shut your mouth | |
Go back to bed | |
And believe us now | |
Get it together, boy | |
All is well | |
You can take our word | |
All alone | |
Lights in the garden | |
It‘s not in your head | |
They will not find you | |
Under your bed | |
You tried, you tried... | |
The morning after | |
Crawling down the stairs | |
No one‘s there, no one‘s there | |
But in the basement | |
You scream your lungs out | |
All chopped up, all chopped up |
No one believes you | |
When you' re six years old | |
Don' t make up stories | |
Do as you' re told | |
You try, you try, you try to warn them | |
Of what, and who is coming for you | |
You cry, you cry, to catch someone' s eye | |
Shut your mouth | |
Go back to bed | |
And believe us now | |
Get it together, boy | |
All is well | |
You can take our word | |
All alone | |
Lights in the garden | |
It' s not in your head | |
They will not find you | |
Under your bed | |
You tried, you tried... | |
The morning after | |
Crawling down the stairs | |
No one' s there, no one' s there | |
But in the basement | |
You scream your lungs out | |
All chopped up, all chopped up |
No one believes you | |
When you' re six years old | |
Don' t make up stories | |
Do as you' re told | |
You try, you try, you try to warn them | |
Of what, and who is coming for you | |
You cry, you cry, to catch someone' s eye | |
Shut your mouth | |
Go back to bed | |
And believe us now | |
Get it together, boy | |
All is well | |
You can take our word | |
All alone | |
Lights in the garden | |
It' s not in your head | |
They will not find you | |
Under your bed | |
You tried, you tried... | |
The morning after | |
Crawling down the stairs | |
No one' s there, no one' s there | |
But in the basement | |
You scream your lungs out | |
All chopped up, all chopped up |