I, Manface - normal Lyrics
| Song | I, Manface - normal |
| Artist | Man Man |
| Album | The Man in a Blue Turban with Face |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Man Man | |
| before you know i'm swept away watching my shadow eat off my plate and i went to sleep a shell of a man i woke up the same so i slept in again these eyes went bad tryin to see life god, i'm drunk and i fell on the knife before you know these days are gone a roman candle fired at dawn it was accidentally discovered you had cold blood running through your veins when you cut your punch on a broken window and the blood froze like frost on the shattered pane and you had a hunger growing inside you that only bloodlust could ever fulfill you extricated yourself to the jungle to try to temper that instinct to | |
| WHAT? (kill) bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror you were raised as a wild wolf's cub although it seems you sleep like a lamb you don't know what to do with her love it's like a live grenade in your pants your father warned you about temptation and all the wicked women that it breeds but when you met her you knew life was over her damnation is what your body needs bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror i was raised on wolves' milk though it seems i sleep like a lamb and i was raised on wolves' milk though it seems i sleep like a lamb |
| zuo qu : Man Man | |
| before you know i' m swept away watching my shadow eat off my plate and i went to sleep a shell of a man i woke up the same so i slept in again these eyes went bad tryin to see life god, i' m drunk and i fell on the knife before you know these days are gone a roman candle fired at dawn it was accidentally discovered you had cold blood running through your veins when you cut your punch on a broken window and the blood froze like frost on the shattered pane and you had a hunger growing inside you that only bloodlust could ever fulfill you extricated yourself to the jungle to try to temper that instinct to | |
| WHAT? kill bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror you were raised as a wild wolf' s cub although it seems you sleep like a lamb you don' t know what to do with her love it' s like a live grenade in your pants your father warned you about temptation and all the wicked women that it breeds but when you met her you knew life was over her damnation is what your body needs bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror i was raised on wolves' milk though it seems i sleep like a lamb and i was raised on wolves' milk though it seems i sleep like a lamb |
| zuò qǔ : Man Man | |
| before you know i' m swept away watching my shadow eat off my plate and i went to sleep a shell of a man i woke up the same so i slept in again these eyes went bad tryin to see life god, i' m drunk and i fell on the knife before you know these days are gone a roman candle fired at dawn it was accidentally discovered you had cold blood running through your veins when you cut your punch on a broken window and the blood froze like frost on the shattered pane and you had a hunger growing inside you that only bloodlust could ever fulfill you extricated yourself to the jungle to try to temper that instinct to | |
| WHAT? kill bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror you were raised as a wild wolf' s cub although it seems you sleep like a lamb you don' t know what to do with her love it' s like a live grenade in your pants your father warned you about temptation and all the wicked women that it breeds but when you met her you knew life was over her damnation is what your body needs bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror bury deep in the hot hot sand a portrait of your mother take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror i was raised on wolves' milk though it seems i sleep like a lamb and i was raised on wolves' milk though it seems i sleep like a lamb |
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