Song | Postcards From Hell |
Artist | Zebrahead |
Album | Broadcast To The World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bergdorf, Lewis, Osmundson ... | |
I didn't see the signs posted on the road | |
Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars | |
And I lose control, your face still looks bored | |
One, two, **** you, | |
I won't change for you | |
Wrong way, this time it's going down | |
You say, I'm immature to hang around | |
Okay, face-plant to the ground | |
I won't change for you, | |
I won't change for you | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight, the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge | |
And you call me a loser falling over the edge | |
Like you're cutting all your losses like a bet you can hedge | |
One two, **** you, | |
I won't change for you | |
A black eye, and my heart is ripped out of my chest | |
Crucified, for not passing any of your stupid tests | |
Goodbye, right now | |
I could care less | |
I won't change for you, | |
I won't change for you | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
We've come a long way, don't look down | |
Your heart is rotten, your heart is rotten | |
Too bad it was the wrong way, won't be long now | |
Till we hit the rock, bottom | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
From hellSend me postcards from hell |
zuo ci : Bergdorf, Lewis, Osmundson ... | |
I didn' t see the signs posted on the road | |
Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars | |
And I lose control, your face still looks bored | |
One, two, you, | |
I won' t change for you | |
Wrong way, this time it' s going down | |
You say, I' m immature to hang around | |
Okay, faceplant to the ground | |
I won' t change for you, | |
I won' t change for you | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight, the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge | |
And you call me a loser falling over the edge | |
Like you' re cutting all your losses like a bet you can hedge | |
One two, you, | |
I won' t change for you | |
A black eye, and my heart is ripped out of my chest | |
Crucified, for not passing any of your stupid tests | |
Goodbye, right now | |
I could care less | |
I won' t change for you, | |
I won' t change for you | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
We' ve come a long way, don' t look down | |
Your heart is rotten, your heart is rotten | |
Too bad it was the wrong way, won' t be long now | |
Till we hit the rock, bottom | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
From hellSend me postcards from hell |
zuò cí : Bergdorf, Lewis, Osmundson ... | |
I didn' t see the signs posted on the road | |
Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars | |
And I lose control, your face still looks bored | |
One, two, you, | |
I won' t change for you | |
Wrong way, this time it' s going down | |
You say, I' m immature to hang around | |
Okay, faceplant to the ground | |
I won' t change for you, | |
I won' t change for you | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight, the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge | |
And you call me a loser falling over the edge | |
Like you' re cutting all your losses like a bet you can hedge | |
One two, you, | |
I won' t change for you | |
A black eye, and my heart is ripped out of my chest | |
Crucified, for not passing any of your stupid tests | |
Goodbye, right now | |
I could care less | |
I won' t change for you, | |
I won' t change for you | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
We' ve come a long way, don' t look down | |
Your heart is rotten, your heart is rotten | |
Too bad it was the wrong way, won' t be long now | |
Till we hit the rock, bottom | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
Tonight, I wash my hands off you | |
You set the bar | |
I could not live up to | |
Well, tonight the light in breaking through | |
So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell | |
From hellSend me postcards from hell |