Song | Nausea Shreds Yr Head |
Artist | The Blood Brothers |
Album | Young Machetes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
We live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the walls. | |
Waterfalls fall like intestines from flying gutted gulls. | |
We live in a glamorous mansion with fast ghosts in the walls. | |
My bedroom window looks out on crucified orange groves. | |
Frail fingers in our five-course food. | |
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude. | |
Frail fingers in our five-course food. | |
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude. | |
When the fire's chewing up your walls where you gonna go? | |
Nooses hung from the stars tell me yes or no. | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
When your floor's foaming at the mouth where you gonna run? | |
French windows passing out drinking all night long? | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
Will you look back? | |
Will you hesitate to leave all your possessions behind? | |
Will you look back? | |
Or are you going to sink with the ship and say everything's alright? | |
When the fire's chewing up your walls where you gonna go? | |
Nooses hung from the stars tell me yes or no. | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
When your floor's foaming at the mouth where you gonna run? | |
French windows passing out drinking all night long? | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
Are you gonna jump, jump, jump out the window or burn, burn, burn with the furniture? |
zuo qu : Blood Brothers | |
We live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the walls. | |
Waterfalls fall like intestines from flying gutted gulls. | |
We live in a glamorous mansion with fast ghosts in the walls. | |
My bedroom window looks out on crucified orange groves. | |
Frail fingers in our fivecourse food. | |
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude. | |
Frail fingers in our fivecourse food. | |
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude. | |
When the fire' s chewing up your walls where you gonna go? | |
Nooses hung from the stars tell me yes or no. | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
When your floor' s foaming at the mouth where you gonna run? | |
French windows passing out drinking all night long? | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
Will you look back? | |
Will you hesitate to leave all your possessions behind? | |
Will you look back? | |
Or are you going to sink with the ship and say everything' s alright? | |
When the fire' s chewing up your walls where you gonna go? | |
Nooses hung from the stars tell me yes or no. | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
When your floor' s foaming at the mouth where you gonna run? | |
French windows passing out drinking all night long? | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
Are you gonna jump, jump, jump out the window or burn, burn, burn with the furniture? |
zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
We live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the walls. | |
Waterfalls fall like intestines from flying gutted gulls. | |
We live in a glamorous mansion with fast ghosts in the walls. | |
My bedroom window looks out on crucified orange groves. | |
Frail fingers in our fivecourse food. | |
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude. | |
Frail fingers in our fivecourse food. | |
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude. | |
When the fire' s chewing up your walls where you gonna go? | |
Nooses hung from the stars tell me yes or no. | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
When your floor' s foaming at the mouth where you gonna run? | |
French windows passing out drinking all night long? | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
Will you look back? | |
Will you hesitate to leave all your possessions behind? | |
Will you look back? | |
Or are you going to sink with the ship and say everything' s alright? | |
When the fire' s chewing up your walls where you gonna go? | |
Nooses hung from the stars tell me yes or no. | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
When your floor' s foaming at the mouth where you gonna run? | |
French windows passing out drinking all night long? | |
Nausea shreds your head. | |
Would you rather be homeless or dead? | |
Are you gonna jump, jump, jump out the window or burn, burn, burn with the furniture? |