Gut Pageant Lyrics

	作词 : Hersh
	That fine fever brought us here...
	Lambasted eyeballs...
	When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh...
	What a gut pageant, we could play for hours...
	What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...
	You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street...
	Just kidding...
	You don't have to go...
	I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home...
	Why 4 a.m.'s so screwy...
	He says "Sleep through it"...
	What a gut pageant, we could play for hours...
	What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...
	Not too special not too strange...
	Just the way
	I like 'em...
	You find an empty promise and stick by it...
	Not too pretty not too sweet...
	Just the way
	I like you...
	When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...
	Tell me another one...
	I could sit for hours...
	When anyone laughs
	I know I'm a coward...
	When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...

	zuo ci : Hersh
	That fine fever brought us here. . .
	Lambasted eyeballs. . .
	When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh. . .
	What a gut pageant, we could play for hours. . .
	What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers. . .
	You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street. . .
	Just kidding. . .
	You don' t have to go. . .
	I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don' t go home. . .
	Why 4 a. m. ' s so screwy. . .
	He says " Sleep through it". . .
	What a gut pageant, we could play for hours. . .
	What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers. . .
	Not too special not too strange. . .
	Just the way
	I like ' em. . .
	You find an empty promise and stick by it. . .
	Not too pretty not too sweet. . .
	Just the way
	I like you. . .
	When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me. . .
	Tell me another one. . .
	I could sit for hours. . .
	When anyone laughs
	I know I' m a coward. . .
	When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me. . .

	zuò cí : Hersh
	That fine fever brought us here. . .
	Lambasted eyeballs. . .
	When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh. . .
	What a gut pageant, we could play for hours. . .
	What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers. . .
	You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street. . .
	Just kidding. . .
	You don' t have to go. . .
	I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don' t go home. . .
	Why 4 a. m. ' s so screwy. . .
	He says " Sleep through it". . .
	What a gut pageant, we could play for hours. . .
	What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers. . .
	Not too special not too strange. . .
	Just the way
	I like ' em. . .
	You find an empty promise and stick by it. . .
	Not too pretty not too sweet. . .
	Just the way
	I like you. . .
	When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me. . .
	Tell me another one. . .
	I could sit for hours. . .
	When anyone laughs
	I know I' m a coward. . .
	When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me. . .

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