Song | It's Hard Not To Shake With A Gun In Your Mouth |
Artist | Zao |
Album | The Fear Is What Keeps Us Here |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gretz, Lunn, Mellinger ... | |
I am not a prophet or a teacher | |
I am a failure of God | |
Standing in a circle of my brothers | |
Their fangs out | |
Every thing I had I gave to you | |
Every time I tried I would lose | |
Its hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth | |
Every time I try I hear my mothers voice | |
And see my mothers eyes | |
But when hers close | |
Im scared so will mine | |
You are no brothers | |
Filing out of the church of Cain | |
Like a thousand foot pious snake | |
Hiding its sins deep in its stomach | |
Digesting them one at a time | |
And your voice is a sounding trumpet | |
Announcing the mountains that you've moved | |
But love is the farthest thing from you |
zuo qu : Gretz, Lunn, Mellinger ... | |
I am not a prophet or a teacher | |
I am a failure of God | |
Standing in a circle of my brothers | |
Their fangs out | |
Every thing I had I gave to you | |
Every time I tried I would lose | |
Its hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth | |
Every time I try I hear my mothers voice | |
And see my mothers eyes | |
But when hers close | |
Im scared so will mine | |
You are no brothers | |
Filing out of the church of Cain | |
Like a thousand foot pious snake | |
Hiding its sins deep in its stomach | |
Digesting them one at a time | |
And your voice is a sounding trumpet | |
Announcing the mountains that you' ve moved | |
But love is the farthest thing from you |
zuò qǔ : Gretz, Lunn, Mellinger ... | |
I am not a prophet or a teacher | |
I am a failure of God | |
Standing in a circle of my brothers | |
Their fangs out | |
Every thing I had I gave to you | |
Every time I tried I would lose | |
Its hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth | |
Every time I try I hear my mothers voice | |
And see my mothers eyes | |
But when hers close | |
Im scared so will mine | |
You are no brothers | |
Filing out of the church of Cain | |
Like a thousand foot pious snake | |
Hiding its sins deep in its stomach | |
Digesting them one at a time | |
And your voice is a sounding trumpet | |
Announcing the mountains that you' ve moved | |
But love is the farthest thing from you |