Song | Alexandria as Our Lens |
Artist | Socratic |
Album | Lunch for the Sky |
作曲 : Socratic | |
Alexandria drives a school bus | |
As she stares back at empty seats | |
Reminds her she will never have kids | |
She adopted a sickness when she was young | |
And neglected her health for so long | |
She'll never drive children of her own | |
This acne on my face keeps me modest | |
Plus, I'd kill to grow just two more inches | |
I'm last in this line, where | |
I stand and they hand out | |
Five drinks a day, just to be social | |
And hold up my head high enough to pray | |
Up to a sky that's holding me down | |
She plants all her seeds into concrete | |
And she watches all the little roses grow | |
With scratches. | |
Nothing could be as perfect as her | |
She fed all her friends, to get really fat | |
So no one would notice them | |
All eyes must be glued on the royal | |
Alexandria | |
Sexless with my friends keeps me honest | |
To how jealous and sorry | |
I really am | |
I'm last in this line, where | |
I stand and they hand out | |
Five drinks a day, just to be social and hold up my head high enough to pray | |
Up to a sky that's holding me down | |
Hey all you screamo. | |
What's the deal | |
When any talent that you lack | |
Is covered up by the fact that you can scream out | |
Really loud? | |
Say things that were said before | |
Every lyric that you sing, it sounds the same | |
I stay honest just enough to hate | |
I'll have five drinks a day, just to be social and hold up my head high enough to pray | |
Up to a sky that's holding me down | |
I'll smoke five joints a day, just to be social | |
And hold up my head | |
I'm high enough to pray | |
Up to a sky that's holding me down | |
Down, down, down down down down | |
I find myself in the worst of slums | |
I could use some slack if you could cut me some | |
Well, I'll go first, oh no, | |
I insisted | |
It's an orchard filled with oranges | |
And I'll drink myself to life |
zuò qǔ : Socratic | |
Alexandria drives a school bus | |
As she stares back at empty seats | |
Reminds her she will never have kids | |
She adopted a sickness when she was young | |
And neglected her health for so long | |
She' ll never drive children of her own | |
This acne on my face keeps me modest | |
Plus, I' d kill to grow just two more inches | |
I' m last in this line, where | |
I stand and they hand out | |
Five drinks a day, just to be social | |
And hold up my head high enough to pray | |
Up to a sky that' s holding me down | |
She plants all her seeds into concrete | |
And she watches all the little roses grow | |
With scratches. | |
Nothing could be as perfect as her | |
She fed all her friends, to get really fat | |
So no one would notice them | |
All eyes must be glued on the royal | |
Alexandria | |
Sexless with my friends keeps me honest | |
To how jealous and sorry | |
I really am | |
I' m last in this line, where | |
I stand and they hand out | |
Five drinks a day, just to be social and hold up my head high enough to pray | |
Up to a sky that' s holding me down | |
Hey all you screamo. | |
What' s the deal | |
When any talent that you lack | |
Is covered up by the fact that you can scream out | |
Really loud? | |
Say things that were said before | |
Every lyric that you sing, it sounds the same | |
I stay honest just enough to hate | |
I' ll have five drinks a day, just to be social and hold up my head high enough to pray | |
Up to a sky that' s holding me down | |
I' ll smoke five joints a day, just to be social | |
And hold up my head | |
I' m high enough to pray | |
Up to a sky that' s holding me down | |
Down, down, down down down down | |
I find myself in the worst of slums | |
I could use some slack if you could cut me some | |
Well, I' ll go first, oh no, | |
I insisted | |
It' s an orchard filled with oranges | |
And I' ll drink myself to life |