Song | Discretion |
Artist | Pedro the Lion |
Album | Achilles' Heel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bazan | |
Having no idea that his youngest son was dead, the farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed. | |
In the shadow of the mountain, as the cattle hung their heads. grazing only feet from where the broken body lay. | |
It would lay undiscovered for another several days, when the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay. | |
The killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan, weighing his most recent deviation from the plan. | |
Counting down the hours 'till the sun came up again. | |
Hired to hit the farmer, but the farmer's asshole son had not yet decided between poison or a gun. | |
Suddenly he realized he would not use either one |
zuo ci : Bazan | |
Having no idea that his youngest son was dead, the farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed. | |
In the shadow of the mountain, as the cattle hung their heads. grazing only feet from where the broken body lay. | |
It would lay undiscovered for another several days, when the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay. | |
The killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan, weighing his most recent deviation from the plan. | |
Counting down the hours ' till the sun came up again. | |
Hired to hit the farmer, but the farmer' s asshole son had not yet decided between poison or a gun. | |
Suddenly he realized he would not use either one |
zuò cí : Bazan | |
Having no idea that his youngest son was dead, the farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed. | |
In the shadow of the mountain, as the cattle hung their heads. grazing only feet from where the broken body lay. | |
It would lay undiscovered for another several days, when the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay. | |
The killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan, weighing his most recent deviation from the plan. | |
Counting down the hours ' till the sun came up again. | |
Hired to hit the farmer, but the farmer' s asshole son had not yet decided between poison or a gun. | |
Suddenly he realized he would not use either one |