Song | Romeo A Go-Go |
Artist | Every Time I Die |
Album | Hot Damn! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Buckley, Every Time I Die | |
Tonight I'm coming home in a coma if it ****ing kills me | |
Listless but relieved, beaming like a newborn hostage | |
Orphaned by an ambulance | |
I got this new black eye just for you | |
Your hopeless romantic now hopelessly rheumatic | |
Poets grinding teeth to powder | |
All my vowels are getting lost in the gauze | |
Misinterpret courting for the cursing of a drooling fool | |
Here's to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed | |
And maybe | |
I'd object, if | |
I felt at all alive | |
Everybody is dying to lay down with you | |
I got the order all wrong, maybe have bumped my head | |
Maybe I should quiet down | |
Don't bet on another black out, | |
I'll be all right | |
There's an army at my window waiting to lose this fight | |
I'm the king of this all night clinic | |
The ****ing champion | |
Tonight we'll feast like royalty in traction | |
Happy and meticulous | |
There's a delicate love song in this | |
Kicked out and dripping in verse | |
Go get your gun 'cause | |
God won't show | |
He sent a poet instead, the | |
Don Quixote of the | |
ICUQuite impressive for a cripple | |
Munchausen by proxy of a muse | |
Tempt not a desperate man | |
Tempt not a desperate man | |
This split lip is for you | |
I traded it for an outdated tooth |
zuo qu : Buckley, Every Time I Die | |
Tonight I' m coming home in a coma if it ing kills me | |
Listless but relieved, beaming like a newborn hostage | |
Orphaned by an ambulance | |
I got this new black eye just for you | |
Your hopeless romantic now hopelessly rheumatic | |
Poets grinding teeth to powder | |
All my vowels are getting lost in the gauze | |
Misinterpret courting for the cursing of a drooling fool | |
Here' s to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed | |
And maybe | |
I' d object, if | |
I felt at all alive | |
Everybody is dying to lay down with you | |
I got the order all wrong, maybe have bumped my head | |
Maybe I should quiet down | |
Don' t bet on another black out, | |
I' ll be all right | |
There' s an army at my window waiting to lose this fight | |
I' m the king of this all night clinic | |
The ing champion | |
Tonight we' ll feast like royalty in traction | |
Happy and meticulous | |
There' s a delicate love song in this | |
Kicked out and dripping in verse | |
Go get your gun ' cause | |
God won' t show | |
He sent a poet instead, the | |
Don Quixote of the | |
ICUQuite impressive for a cripple | |
Munchausen by proxy of a muse | |
Tempt not a desperate man | |
Tempt not a desperate man | |
This split lip is for you | |
I traded it for an outdated tooth |
zuò qǔ : Buckley, Every Time I Die | |
Tonight I' m coming home in a coma if it ing kills me | |
Listless but relieved, beaming like a newborn hostage | |
Orphaned by an ambulance | |
I got this new black eye just for you | |
Your hopeless romantic now hopelessly rheumatic | |
Poets grinding teeth to powder | |
All my vowels are getting lost in the gauze | |
Misinterpret courting for the cursing of a drooling fool | |
Here' s to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed | |
And maybe | |
I' d object, if | |
I felt at all alive | |
Everybody is dying to lay down with you | |
I got the order all wrong, maybe have bumped my head | |
Maybe I should quiet down | |
Don' t bet on another black out, | |
I' ll be all right | |
There' s an army at my window waiting to lose this fight | |
I' m the king of this all night clinic | |
The ing champion | |
Tonight we' ll feast like royalty in traction | |
Happy and meticulous | |
There' s a delicate love song in this | |
Kicked out and dripping in verse | |
Go get your gun ' cause | |
God won' t show | |
He sent a poet instead, the | |
Don Quixote of the | |
ICUQuite impressive for a cripple | |
Munchausen by proxy of a muse | |
Tempt not a desperate man | |
Tempt not a desperate man | |
This split lip is for you | |
I traded it for an outdated tooth |