| Song | Breathing Fear |
| Artist | Kitchens of Distinction |
| Album | The Death of Cool |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
| So full of hope that he can't sit still | |
| even in the presence of strangers. | |
| He's expecting his favourite guest, | |
| the boy with easy virtues. | |
| But when the boy arrives, | |
| he's got a black eye | |
| from the lads who plague us outside. | |
| He laughs and calls for the world to die, | |
| then hugs and kisses it better. | |
| **Chorus** | |
| Tell him why do you go to extremes | |
| and how it must show. | |
| **** | |
| He's half-full of courage and he | |
| stumbles to work, | |
| where they bitch about their babies. | |
| They ask him where he got his bruises., | |
| he mumbles excuses, he lies and lies. | |
| He cannot allow them to finish him off. | |
| Over-heated, overwrought. | |
| He refuses to die like a saint, | |
| half-believed and always deceived. | |
| **** | |
| Chorus | |
| **** | |
| Giving us grief for centuries now, | |
| can't you ever rest? | |
| Beaten, insulted, skewered and branded. | |
| Isn't waking enough? | |
| You're breathing this fear just once a year, | |
| we suffocate every day. | |
| Hey... you're breathing this fear just once a year, | |
| we suffocate every day! |
| zuo ci : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
| So full of hope that he can' t sit still | |
| even in the presence of strangers. | |
| He' s expecting his favourite guest, | |
| the boy with easy virtues. | |
| But when the boy arrives, | |
| he' s got a black eye | |
| from the lads who plague us outside. | |
| He laughs and calls for the world to die, | |
| then hugs and kisses it better. | |
| Chorus | |
| Tell him why do you go to extremes | |
| and how it must show. | |
| He' s halffull of courage and he | |
| stumbles to work, | |
| where they bitch about their babies. | |
| They ask him where he got his bruises., | |
| he mumbles excuses, he lies and lies. | |
| He cannot allow them to finish him off. | |
| Overheated, overwrought. | |
| He refuses to die like a saint, | |
| halfbelieved and always deceived. | |
| Chorus | |
| Giving us grief for centuries now, | |
| can' t you ever rest? | |
| Beaten, insulted, skewered and branded. | |
| Isn' t waking enough? | |
| You' re breathing this fear just once a year, | |
| we suffocate every day. | |
| Hey... you' re breathing this fear just once a year, | |
| we suffocate every day! |
| zuò cí : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
| So full of hope that he can' t sit still | |
| even in the presence of strangers. | |
| He' s expecting his favourite guest, | |
| the boy with easy virtues. | |
| But when the boy arrives, | |
| he' s got a black eye | |
| from the lads who plague us outside. | |
| He laughs and calls for the world to die, | |
| then hugs and kisses it better. | |
| Chorus | |
| Tell him why do you go to extremes | |
| and how it must show. | |
| He' s halffull of courage and he | |
| stumbles to work, | |
| where they bitch about their babies. | |
| They ask him where he got his bruises., | |
| he mumbles excuses, he lies and lies. | |
| He cannot allow them to finish him off. | |
| Overheated, overwrought. | |
| He refuses to die like a saint, | |
| halfbelieved and always deceived. | |
| Chorus | |
| Giving us grief for centuries now, | |
| can' t you ever rest? | |
| Beaten, insulted, skewered and branded. | |
| Isn' t waking enough? | |
| You' re breathing this fear just once a year, | |
| we suffocate every day. | |
| Hey... you' re breathing this fear just once a year, | |
| we suffocate every day! |