Song | Johnny Ripper |
Artist | The Blood Brothers |
Album | Young Machetes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
twilight's million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles. | |
young love's clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves. | |
the birds keep on singing from the tops of trees, | |
but the song's out of tune that drips from the breeze. | |
there's a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
for diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing into the bottom | |
of a cold misery full of insults to add to your collection, | |
parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
for sirens dancing where the nooses swing from gutted branches | |
of your fantasies full of insults falling from your ceiling, | |
motels where you're f**king without feeling, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue. | |
desperate mothers devoured by young. | |
hold on to love you learned to despise like an ocean choking on its own tide. | |
there's a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
the dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt | |
and glass while summer's favorite fathers birthing next year's deadbeat dads. | |
let's tack up another eviction note to matrimony's throbbing throat | |
stuffed with songs from a synthetic past, | |
silver clouds and artifacts full of insults to add to your collection, | |
parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. |
zuo qu : Blood Brothers | |
twilight' s million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles. | |
young love' s clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves. | |
the birds keep on singing from the tops of trees, | |
but the song' s out of tune that drips from the breeze. | |
there' s a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
for diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing into the bottom | |
of a cold misery full of insults to add to your collection, | |
parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
for sirens dancing where the nooses swing from gutted branches | |
of your fantasies full of insults falling from your ceiling, | |
motels where you' re f king without feeling, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue. | |
desperate mothers devoured by young. | |
hold on to love you learned to despise like an ocean choking on its own tide. | |
there' s a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
the dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt | |
and glass while summer' s favorite fathers birthing next year' s deadbeat dads. | |
let' s tack up another eviction note to matrimony' s throbbing throat | |
stuffed with songs from a synthetic past, | |
silver clouds and artifacts full of insults to add to your collection, | |
parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. |
zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
twilight' s million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles. | |
young love' s clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves. | |
the birds keep on singing from the tops of trees, | |
but the song' s out of tune that drips from the breeze. | |
there' s a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
for diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing into the bottom | |
of a cold misery full of insults to add to your collection, | |
parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
for sirens dancing where the nooses swing from gutted branches | |
of your fantasies full of insults falling from your ceiling, | |
motels where you' re f king without feeling, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. | |
fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue. | |
desperate mothers devoured by young. | |
hold on to love you learned to despise like an ocean choking on its own tide. | |
there' s a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams. | |
look out! | |
look out! | |
the dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt | |
and glass while summer' s favorite fathers birthing next year' s deadbeat dads. | |
let' s tack up another eviction note to matrimony' s throbbing throat | |
stuffed with songs from a synthetic past, | |
silver clouds and artifacts full of insults to add to your collection, | |
parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea. |