Killer's Lullaby Lyrics
| Song | Killer's Lullaby |
| Artist | Faithless |
| Album | Sunday 8pm |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight | |
| Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate | |
| Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak | |
| Another train leavin' home, | |
| Conceding defeat with a low moan | |
| Hangin' in a sky, made of stone | |
| Everybody's leavin' home, i called my man jerome | |
| To come meet me in the twilight zone | |
| Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone | |
| I bought him coffee and a snack, | |
| Settled back, started speakin' | |
| He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap | |
| While i'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober | |
| Not cover my mistakes, | |
| Try to maybe make sense of the evidence | |
| It's over, she's gone for good | |
| Why should i lie, singin' a killer's lullaby | |
| Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye | |
| The last thing you hear before your life disappear | |
| Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, | |
| Feel like i've been cursed. | |
| With seven centuries of bitter memories | |
| And inadequacies, previous he's and she's | |
| I'm movin' round this old house for the last time | |
| Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes | |
| Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock | |
| You got eternity for takin' stock, | |
| This place is like a padlock | |
| You look shocked. | |
| Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, | |
| There's just us and i'm here to torment and tease | |
| And that's how it was for centuries | |
| Me and my memories, till you brought the keys | |
| Took the couple of saturdays | |
| I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing | |
| Seven hundred years since i came here | |
| You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare | |
| I couldn't get near, | |
| And the sheer frustration was more than i could bear | |
| I was really cursed, thought i'd been through the worst part | |
| That was just the first part, just the start | |
| Every night i'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart | |
| In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base | |
| And i just can't escape, i'm in bad shape | |
| You making love to someone else is more than i can take | |
| And so i make all the movement i can to no avail | |
| Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell | |
| I'm getting heated, i'm sorry, have another coffee | |
| I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure | |
| Unless an escape route is found, | |
| I'm going down underground | |
| Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd | |
| The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word | |
| So i'm referred back to hell, huh | |
| Just as well, i hate needles an' get twinges at the thought | |
| Of syringes | |
| J (as in jerome), i'm going insane with shame | |
| I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again | |
| With what i call a farmer's swain | |
| Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard | |
| Oh god, of course i'm jealous, fellows, | |
| Oversexed flexing his pec's | |
| Jesus, what's he going make her do next? | |
| I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest | |
| You used to do that to me back in 1253 | |
| Pity me, while you lie with your lover | |
| I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair | |
| Unaware of who else is there | |
| I move quick, i want to try my trick one last time | |
| You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline | |
| When dust move in the sunshine | |
| So i'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch | |
| Which reminds me how i used to come unstitched | |
| And switch 'round the house in a blind rage | |
| It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this | |
| Cage | |
| And write another stage into a new age, | |
| It's difficult to gauge | |
| But i know that i'll see you again, on that you may depend | |
| I just don't know how or when | |
| Sleep on, my lost love on gone | |
| Jerome took me home under steel skies | |
| Knowing i'm prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies | |
| And what i verbalize he can see behind my eyes | |
| The why oh why's that identify killer lullabies | |
| And he surmised | |
| No surprise couldn't hear that | |
| Closed my eyes as he steered that old black bm home again | |
| Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
| zuo ci : Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| I' m sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight | |
| Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate | |
| Behind the rainstreaked windowpane, the scene' s bleak | |
| Another train leavin' home, | |
| Conceding defeat with a low moan | |
| Hangin' in a sky, made of stone | |
| Everybody' s leavin' home, i called my man jerome | |
| To come meet me in the twilight zone | |
| Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone | |
| I bought him coffee and a snack, | |
| Settled back, started speakin' | |
| He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap | |
| While i' m seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober | |
| Not cover my mistakes, | |
| Try to maybe make sense of the evidence | |
| It' s over, she' s gone for good | |
| Why should i lie, singin' a killer' s lullaby | |
| Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye | |
| The last thing you hear before your life disappear | |
| Now it just gets worse, like my stomach ' ll burst, | |
| Feel like i' ve been cursed. | |
| With seven centuries of bitter memories | |
| And inadequacies, previous he' s and she' s | |
| I' m movin' round this old house for the last time | |
| Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes | |
| Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock | |
| You got eternity for takin' stock, | |
| This place is like a padlock | |
| You look shocked. | |
| Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, | |
| There' s just us and i' m here to torment and tease | |
| And that' s how it was for centuries | |
| Me and my memories, till you brought the keys | |
| Took the couple of saturdays | |
| I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing | |
| Seven hundred years since i came here | |
| You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare | |
| I couldn' t get near, | |
| And the sheer frustration was more than i could bear | |
| I was really cursed, thought i' d been through the worst part | |
| That was just the first part, just the start | |
| Every night i' d be sitting with dread, breaking my heart | |
| In case the man she' d been chasin' gets to first base | |
| And i just can' t escape, i' m in bad shape | |
| You making love to someone else is more than i can take | |
| And so i make all the movement i can to no avail | |
| Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell | |
| I' m getting heated, i' m sorry, have another coffee | |
| I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure | |
| Unless an escape route is found, | |
| I' m going down underground | |
| Into lifetimes of pain, it' s absurd | |
| The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word | |
| So i' m referred back to hell, huh | |
| Just as well, i hate needles an' get twinges at the thought | |
| Of syringes | |
| J as in jerome, i' m going insane with shame | |
| I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again | |
| With what i call a farmer' s swain | |
| Unintelligent, peabrained retard who' s dick is always hard | |
| Oh god, of course i' m jealous, fellows, | |
| Oversexed flexing his pec' s | |
| Jesus, what' s he going make her do next? | |
| I' m mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest | |
| You used to do that to me back in 1253 | |
| Pity me, while you lie with your lover | |
| I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair | |
| Unaware of who else is there | |
| I move quick, i want to try my trick one last time | |
| You know it' s possible to vaguely define my outline | |
| When dust move in the sunshine | |
| So i' m tryin' to change, vibrate myself to nearhuman pitch | |
| Which reminds me how i used to come unstitched | |
| And switch ' round the house in a blind rage | |
| It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this | |
| Cage | |
| And write another stage into a new age, | |
| It' s difficult to gauge | |
| But i know that i' ll see you again, on that you may depend | |
| I just don' t know how or when | |
| Sleep on, my lost love on gone | |
| Jerome took me home under steel skies | |
| Knowing i' m prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies | |
| And what i verbalize he can see behind my eyes | |
| The why oh why' s that identify killer lullabies | |
| And he surmised | |
| No surprise couldn' t hear that | |
| Closed my eyes as he steered that old black bm home again | |
| Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
| zuò cí : Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
| I' m sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight | |
| Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate | |
| Behind the rainstreaked windowpane, the scene' s bleak | |
| Another train leavin' home, | |
| Conceding defeat with a low moan | |
| Hangin' in a sky, made of stone | |
| Everybody' s leavin' home, i called my man jerome | |
| To come meet me in the twilight zone | |
| Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone | |
| I bought him coffee and a snack, | |
| Settled back, started speakin' | |
| He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap | |
| While i' m seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober | |
| Not cover my mistakes, | |
| Try to maybe make sense of the evidence | |
| It' s over, she' s gone for good | |
| Why should i lie, singin' a killer' s lullaby | |
| Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye | |
| The last thing you hear before your life disappear | |
| Now it just gets worse, like my stomach ' ll burst, | |
| Feel like i' ve been cursed. | |
| With seven centuries of bitter memories | |
| And inadequacies, previous he' s and she' s | |
| I' m movin' round this old house for the last time | |
| Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes | |
| Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock | |
| You got eternity for takin' stock, | |
| This place is like a padlock | |
| You look shocked. | |
| Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust, | |
| There' s just us and i' m here to torment and tease | |
| And that' s how it was for centuries | |
| Me and my memories, till you brought the keys | |
| Took the couple of saturdays | |
| I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing | |
| Seven hundred years since i came here | |
| You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare | |
| I couldn' t get near, | |
| And the sheer frustration was more than i could bear | |
| I was really cursed, thought i' d been through the worst part | |
| That was just the first part, just the start | |
| Every night i' d be sitting with dread, breaking my heart | |
| In case the man she' d been chasin' gets to first base | |
| And i just can' t escape, i' m in bad shape | |
| You making love to someone else is more than i can take | |
| And so i make all the movement i can to no avail | |
| Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal hell | |
| I' m getting heated, i' m sorry, have another coffee | |
| I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure | |
| Unless an escape route is found, | |
| I' m going down underground | |
| Into lifetimes of pain, it' s absurd | |
| The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word | |
| So i' m referred back to hell, huh | |
| Just as well, i hate needles an' get twinges at the thought | |
| Of syringes | |
| J as in jerome, i' m going insane with shame | |
| I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again | |
| With what i call a farmer' s swain | |
| Unintelligent, peabrained retard who' s dick is always hard | |
| Oh god, of course i' m jealous, fellows, | |
| Oversexed flexing his pec' s | |
| Jesus, what' s he going make her do next? | |
| I' m mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest | |
| You used to do that to me back in 1253 | |
| Pity me, while you lie with your lover | |
| I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair | |
| Unaware of who else is there | |
| I move quick, i want to try my trick one last time | |
| You know it' s possible to vaguely define my outline | |
| When dust move in the sunshine | |
| So i' m tryin' to change, vibrate myself to nearhuman pitch | |
| Which reminds me how i used to come unstitched | |
| And switch ' round the house in a blind rage | |
| It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this | |
| Cage | |
| And write another stage into a new age, | |
| It' s difficult to gauge | |
| But i know that i' ll see you again, on that you may depend | |
| I just don' t know how or when | |
| Sleep on, my lost love on gone | |
| Jerome took me home under steel skies | |
| Knowing i' m prone to dramatize but unknown for telling lies | |
| And what i verbalize he can see behind my eyes | |
| The why oh why' s that identify killer lullabies | |
| And he surmised | |
| No surprise couldn' t hear that | |
| Closed my eyes as he steered that old black bm home again | |
| Not knowing how and not knowing when. |
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