Song | We Ride Skeletal Lightning |
Artist | The Blood Brothers |
Album | Young Machetes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
we're the boys jailed in a horse's skull. | |
nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone. | |
the only things that make our blood feel like blood | |
are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts ****. | |
so don't look away, every day's the same, | |
every song's the same in this sanitized exploding airplane. | |
i got shot in the face it's all on videotape. | |
so c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free. | |
we're the girls chewing styrofoam, pulling out wigs under a monochrome glow. | |
the only line that's talking is into bed | |
is the freeway's static hiss drilling holes in our heads. | |
don't look away form the clouds leaking rust. | |
the kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust. | |
i got shot in the face it's all on videotape. | |
so c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free. | |
seven items dripped out the back in my head: | |
one big war and one color red; | |
one vulgar leg and one designer tree; | |
two stallions and a pound of confetti. | |
oh, salvation! | |
hollow lightning, so skeletal... | |
shipwrecked freeways! | |
concrete ribcage, so boring... | |
we ride skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that's miscarried. |
zuo qu : Blood Brothers | |
we' re the boys jailed in a horse' s skull. | |
nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone. | |
the only things that make our blood feel like blood | |
are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts . | |
so don' t look away, every day' s the same, | |
every song' s the same in this sanitized exploding airplane. | |
i got shot in the face it' s all on videotape. | |
so c' mon, watch the blood, it' s pouring commercialfree. | |
we' re the girls chewing styrofoam, pulling out wigs under a monochrome glow. | |
the only line that' s talking is into bed | |
is the freeway' s static hiss drilling holes in our heads. | |
don' t look away form the clouds leaking rust. | |
the kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust. | |
i got shot in the face it' s all on videotape. | |
so c' mon, watch the blood, it' s pouring commercialfree. | |
seven items dripped out the back in my head: | |
one big war and one color red | |
one vulgar leg and one designer tree | |
two stallions and a pound of confetti. | |
oh, salvation! | |
hollow lightning, so skeletal... | |
shipwrecked freeways! | |
concrete ribcage, so boring... | |
we ride skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that' s miscarried. |
zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
we' re the boys jailed in a horse' s skull. | |
nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone. | |
the only things that make our blood feel like blood | |
are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts . | |
so don' t look away, every day' s the same, | |
every song' s the same in this sanitized exploding airplane. | |
i got shot in the face it' s all on videotape. | |
so c' mon, watch the blood, it' s pouring commercialfree. | |
we' re the girls chewing styrofoam, pulling out wigs under a monochrome glow. | |
the only line that' s talking is into bed | |
is the freeway' s static hiss drilling holes in our heads. | |
don' t look away form the clouds leaking rust. | |
the kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust. | |
i got shot in the face it' s all on videotape. | |
so c' mon, watch the blood, it' s pouring commercialfree. | |
seven items dripped out the back in my head: | |
one big war and one color red | |
one vulgar leg and one designer tree | |
two stallions and a pound of confetti. | |
oh, salvation! | |
hollow lightning, so skeletal... | |
shipwrecked freeways! | |
concrete ribcage, so boring... | |
we ride skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that' s miscarried. |