Song | Gloom And How It Gets That Way |
Artist | Every Time I Die |
Album | Gutter Phenomenon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Every Time I Die | |
Pull the car over, you're frightening the kids | |
Pull the car over, you're frightening the kids | |
What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view | |
Without your fake teeth in? | |
Keep your glass eye glued on the end | |
Of the highway up ahead of us | |
The collision is always licking it's lips | |
You weren't supposed to open the door | |
Just keep the plane from drifting off course | |
We'll attend to the terrified first class convinced | |
There's a hoof print on the bow | |
All hail the wounded heart contingent | |
Who've given us something more than faultlessness to sing about | |
Long live prosthetic live wires | |
The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated | |
Your captain nailed his feet | |
To someone else's ship at the sight of me | |
Your captain nailed his feet | |
To someone else's ship at the sight of me | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Put down the | |
Sheriff's horse | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Put down the | |
Sheriff's horse | |
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly | |
Singing, "Hallelujah, the King is dead" | |
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly | |
Singing, "Hallelujah, the King is dead" | |
The King is dead |
zuo qu : Every Time I Die | |
Pull the car over, you' re frightening the kids | |
Pull the car over, you' re frightening the kids | |
What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view | |
Without your fake teeth in? | |
Keep your glass eye glued on the end | |
Of the highway up ahead of us | |
The collision is always licking it' s lips | |
You weren' t supposed to open the door | |
Just keep the plane from drifting off course | |
We' ll attend to the terrified first class convinced | |
There' s a hoof print on the bow | |
All hail the wounded heart contingent | |
Who' ve given us something more than faultlessness to sing about | |
Long live prosthetic live wires | |
The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated | |
Your captain nailed his feet | |
To someone else' s ship at the sight of me | |
Your captain nailed his feet | |
To someone else' s ship at the sight of me | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Put down the | |
Sheriff' s horse | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Put down the | |
Sheriff' s horse | |
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly | |
Singing, " Hallelujah, the King is dead" | |
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly | |
Singing, " Hallelujah, the King is dead" | |
The King is dead |
zuò qǔ : Every Time I Die | |
Pull the car over, you' re frightening the kids | |
Pull the car over, you' re frightening the kids | |
What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view | |
Without your fake teeth in? | |
Keep your glass eye glued on the end | |
Of the highway up ahead of us | |
The collision is always licking it' s lips | |
You weren' t supposed to open the door | |
Just keep the plane from drifting off course | |
We' ll attend to the terrified first class convinced | |
There' s a hoof print on the bow | |
All hail the wounded heart contingent | |
Who' ve given us something more than faultlessness to sing about | |
Long live prosthetic live wires | |
The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated | |
Your captain nailed his feet | |
To someone else' s ship at the sight of me | |
Your captain nailed his feet | |
To someone else' s ship at the sight of me | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Put down the | |
Sheriff' s horse | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Do what your mother tells you | |
Put down the | |
Sheriff' s horse | |
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly | |
Singing, " Hallelujah, the King is dead" | |
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly | |
Singing, " Hallelujah, the King is dead" | |
The King is dead |