Capers Lyrics
| Song | Capers |
| Artist | The Birthday Party |
| Album | Prayers On Fire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cave, McGuckin | |
| What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names | |
| Wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames | |
| In the fake - ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! | |
| The hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types | |
| So we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles | |
| So we can't go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain | |
| Get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one | |
| Just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? like my out-do? | |
| Capers... capers... | |
| Oh a streak, o'treacly ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows | |
| Erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows | |
| Account the addups till i do-nots are we balanced? we're in business! | |
| Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's...all legs and armour | |
| I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart | |
| Oh i had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family |
| zuo ci : Cave, McGuckin | |
| What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names | |
| Wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames | |
| In the fake ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! | |
| The hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types | |
| So we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles | |
| So we can' t go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain | |
| Get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one | |
| Just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? like my outdo? | |
| Capers... capers... | |
| Oh a streak, o' treacly inkinks tied my knees all up in elbows | |
| Erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soapfellows | |
| Account the addups till i donots are we balanced? we' re in business! | |
| Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb' s... all legs and armour | |
| I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monkheart | |
| Oh i had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family |
| zuò cí : Cave, McGuckin | |
| What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names | |
| Wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames | |
| In the fake ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! | |
| The hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types | |
| So we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its ankles | |
| So we can' t go up or stay up find the thumb dumb in your ear brain | |
| Get unfunny! such as choirs do why the clocklock bought up this one | |
| Just when things seemed so paperparrent like my toothface? like my outdo? | |
| Capers... capers... | |
| Oh a streak, o' treacly inkinks tied my knees all up in elbows | |
| Erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soapfellows | |
| Account the addups till i donots are we balanced? we' re in business! | |
| Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb' s... all legs and armour | |
| I had a dreadful diehood diehard, drunken, sunken, monkheart | |
| Oh i had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family |
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