Song | You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself |
Artist | The Bled |
Album | Silent Treatment |
作曲 : Muñoz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
welcome to the end of the night | |
where everyone reeks of stale smoke | |
dirty jokes. | |
stop me if you've heard this one | |
the ransoms over where's my cut? | |
skewered on an open flame | |
I bought you off the spit pose for me. | |
paws and knees | |
trace around the switchblade gash | |
we're all born fresh. but now we rot. | |
i'm the bastard kid of a dead-beat town | |
you're just what I need to bring me down | |
i've got enough strength for one more round | |
does that sound good to you? | |
it sounds good to me baby. | |
i'm the lucky son of a bitch you need | |
to keep alive your losing streak | |
i've got one more trick up my sleeve | |
does that work for you? | |
it works for me baby. | |
and you can't tear your eyes away | |
cuz she's got such a pretty face | |
and one filthy fucking mind | |
I will wait | |
outside the gates | |
and I wont leave | |
till you show me what's on the inside | |
I can't shake | |
this lack of sleep | |
it feasts on me | |
our mothers sleep with lottery dreams | |
our fathers built the pyramid schemes | |
nothing is ever what it seems | |
but it works for you | |
cuz it works for me baby | |
you just had yourself a taste | |
of how sweet the life could be | |
if you could just leave yours behind. |
zuò qǔ : Mu oz, Ott, Pedicone, Simoes ... | |
welcome to the end of the night | |
where everyone reeks of stale smoke | |
dirty jokes. | |
stop me if you' ve heard this one | |
the ransoms over where' s my cut? | |
skewered on an open flame | |
I bought you off the spit pose for me. | |
paws and knees | |
trace around the switchblade gash | |
we' re all born fresh. but now we rot. | |
i' m the bastard kid of a deadbeat town | |
you' re just what I need to bring me down | |
i' ve got enough strength for one more round | |
does that sound good to you? | |
it sounds good to me baby. | |
i' m the lucky son of a bitch you need | |
to keep alive your losing streak | |
i' ve got one more trick up my sleeve | |
does that work for you? | |
it works for me baby. | |
and you can' t tear your eyes away | |
cuz she' s got such a pretty face | |
and one filthy fucking mind | |
I will wait | |
outside the gates | |
and I wont leave | |
till you show me what' s on the inside | |
I can' t shake | |
this lack of sleep | |
it feasts on me | |
our mothers sleep with lottery dreams | |
our fathers built the pyramid schemes | |
nothing is ever what it seems | |
but it works for you | |
cuz it works for me baby | |
you just had yourself a taste | |
of how sweet the life could be | |
if you could just leave yours behind. |