Hothouse Flowers Lyrics
| Song | Hothouse Flowers |
| Artist | The World |
| Artist | Inferno Friendship Society |
| Album | Red-Eyed Soul |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun | |
| Slipping into stores then out in a run, | |
| Singing laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, a tarantell’ violin | |
| Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| Hothouse flowers growing up so strange | |
| Falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged | |
| Hothouse flowers all missing their friends | |
| Calling them late at night and hanging up on them | |
| Screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, your tarantell’ violin | |
| Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| I'm screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, your tarantell’ violin | |
| Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| Hothouse flowers pressed flat to the glass | |
| You get hit pretty hard moving so damn fast | |
| Hothouse flowers pushing past first bloom | |
| You grow pretty damn twitchy never leaving your room | |
| I think those lights down there are the lights of little towns | |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers all kissing for luck | |
| Stepping out all dressed, returning all ****ed up | |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers happens all the time | |
| Tiny little towns living great big lives |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun | |
| Slipping into stores then out in a run, | |
| Singing laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, a tarantell' violin | |
| Other people' s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| Hothouse flowers growing up so strange | |
| Falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged | |
| Hothouse flowers all missing their friends | |
| Calling them late at night and hanging up on them | |
| Screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, your tarantell' violin | |
| Other people' s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| I' m screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, your tarantell' violin | |
| Other people' s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| Hothouse flowers pressed flat to the glass | |
| You get hit pretty hard moving so damn fast | |
| Hothouse flowers pushing past first bloom | |
| You grow pretty damn twitchy never leaving your room | |
| I think those lights down there are the lights of little towns | |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers all kissing for luck | |
| Stepping out all dressed, returning all ed up | |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers happens all the time | |
| Tiny little towns living great big lives |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun | |
| Slipping into stores then out in a run, | |
| Singing laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, a tarantell' violin | |
| Other people' s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| Hothouse flowers growing up so strange | |
| Falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged | |
| Hothouse flowers all missing their friends | |
| Calling them late at night and hanging up on them | |
| Screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, your tarantell' violin | |
| Other people' s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| I' m screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin | |
| High lives and reels, your tarantell' violin | |
| Other people' s apartments and couches and clothes | |
| Young again, lost again | |
| Here we are, here we go | |
| Hothouse flowers pressed flat to the glass | |
| You get hit pretty hard moving so damn fast | |
| Hothouse flowers pushing past first bloom | |
| You grow pretty damn twitchy never leaving your room | |
| I think those lights down there are the lights of little towns | |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers all kissing for luck | |
| Stepping out all dressed, returning all ed up | |
| Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright | |
| In tiny little towns across this big night | |
| Hothouse flowers happens all the time | |
| Tiny little towns living great big lives |
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