Song | Cribcaged |
Artist | Pain of Salvation |
Album | Scarsick |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gildenlöw | |
The only cribs that we should care for | |
Are the ones that we are here for | |
The ones belonging to our children | |
That do what we do, scar from our wounds | |
The only cribs that make a difference | |
Where the magic really happens | |
Don't come with a Mercedes Benz | |
Or a wide screen showing nothing | |
Showing nothing | |
I'm sick of home control devices | |
Sick of sickening home designers | |
Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles | |
Sick of homies, sick of poses | |
Despite the nodding staff that serves you | |
Despite your name on clothes and perfume | |
Despite the way the press observes you | |
You're just people | |
You're just people | |
You're just people | |
Successful people | |
Dressed up people | |
Smiling people | |
Famous people | |
Red carpet people | |
Wealthy people | |
Important people | |
But still just people | |
So **** the million dollar kitchen | |
**** the Al Pacino posters | |
**** the drugs, the gold, the strip poles | |
**** the homies, **** the poses | |
**** the walls they build around them | |
**** the bedroom magic nonsense | |
I don't want to hear their voices | |
As long as they vote with their wallets | |
**** the silly "throw you out" joke | |
**** the framed cigar DeNiro smoked | |
**** their lack of originality and personality | |
**** this travesty | |
**** this new norm | |
**** conformity | |
**** their Kristal | |
**** their sordity | |
**** the way they **** equality | |
**** their freebie gear | |
**** the ones they wear | |
You're just people | |
You're just people | |
Successful people | |
Dressed up people | |
Smiling people | |
Famous people | |
Red carpet people | |
Wealthy people | |
Important people | |
But still just people | |
Messed up people | |
Shallow people | |
Stupid people | |
Plastic people | |
Meta people | |
Theta people | |
Therapyople | |
Entropiople | |
**** the ones they wear | |
I'm cribcaged | |
Cribcaged | |
The only cribs that we should care for | |
Are the ones that we are here for | |
The ones belonging to our children | |
That do what we do, scar from our wounds |
zuo qu : Gildenl w | |
The only cribs that we should care for | |
Are the ones that we are here for | |
The ones belonging to our children | |
That do what we do, scar from our wounds | |
The only cribs that make a difference | |
Where the magic really happens | |
Don' t come with a Mercedes Benz | |
Or a wide screen showing nothing | |
Showing nothing | |
I' m sick of home control devices | |
Sick of sickening home designers | |
Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles | |
Sick of homies, sick of poses | |
Despite the nodding staff that serves you | |
Despite your name on clothes and perfume | |
Despite the way the press observes you | |
You' re just people | |
You' re just people | |
You' re just people | |
Successful people | |
Dressed up people | |
Smiling people | |
Famous people | |
Red carpet people | |
Wealthy people | |
Important people | |
But still just people | |
So the million dollar kitchen | |
the Al Pacino posters | |
the drugs, the gold, the strip poles | |
the homies, the poses | |
the walls they build around them | |
the bedroom magic nonsense | |
I don' t want to hear their voices | |
As long as they vote with their wallets | |
the silly " throw you out" joke | |
the framed cigar DeNiro smoked | |
their lack of originality and personality | |
this travesty | |
this new norm | |
conformity | |
their Kristal | |
their sordity | |
the way they equality | |
their freebie gear | |
the ones they wear | |
You' re just people | |
You' re just people | |
Successful people | |
Dressed up people | |
Smiling people | |
Famous people | |
Red carpet people | |
Wealthy people | |
Important people | |
But still just people | |
Messed up people | |
Shallow people | |
Stupid people | |
Plastic people | |
Meta people | |
Theta people | |
Therapyople | |
Entropiople | |
the ones they wear | |
I' m cribcaged | |
Cribcaged | |
The only cribs that we should care for | |
Are the ones that we are here for | |
The ones belonging to our children | |
That do what we do, scar from our wounds |
zuò qǔ : Gildenl w | |
The only cribs that we should care for | |
Are the ones that we are here for | |
The ones belonging to our children | |
That do what we do, scar from our wounds | |
The only cribs that make a difference | |
Where the magic really happens | |
Don' t come with a Mercedes Benz | |
Or a wide screen showing nothing | |
Showing nothing | |
I' m sick of home control devices | |
Sick of sickening home designers | |
Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles | |
Sick of homies, sick of poses | |
Despite the nodding staff that serves you | |
Despite your name on clothes and perfume | |
Despite the way the press observes you | |
You' re just people | |
You' re just people | |
You' re just people | |
Successful people | |
Dressed up people | |
Smiling people | |
Famous people | |
Red carpet people | |
Wealthy people | |
Important people | |
But still just people | |
So the million dollar kitchen | |
the Al Pacino posters | |
the drugs, the gold, the strip poles | |
the homies, the poses | |
the walls they build around them | |
the bedroom magic nonsense | |
I don' t want to hear their voices | |
As long as they vote with their wallets | |
the silly " throw you out" joke | |
the framed cigar DeNiro smoked | |
their lack of originality and personality | |
this travesty | |
this new norm | |
conformity | |
their Kristal | |
their sordity | |
the way they equality | |
their freebie gear | |
the ones they wear | |
You' re just people | |
You' re just people | |
Successful people | |
Dressed up people | |
Smiling people | |
Famous people | |
Red carpet people | |
Wealthy people | |
Important people | |
But still just people | |
Messed up people | |
Shallow people | |
Stupid people | |
Plastic people | |
Meta people | |
Theta people | |
Therapyople | |
Entropiople | |
the ones they wear | |
I' m cribcaged | |
Cribcaged | |
The only cribs that we should care for | |
Are the ones that we are here for | |
The ones belonging to our children | |
That do what we do, scar from our wounds |