Unlikely Rock Shock Lyrics
| Song | Unlikely Rock Shock |
| Artist | Subtle |
| Album | ExitingARM |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Drucker | |
| Luck locked? | |
| Moon shot? | |
| Ungod got? | |
| Goner hope not | |
| You're in unlikely | rock shock | |
| (not in chorus) | |
| (x2) | |
| Now are you just in the aiming, | |
| this hopeful knight all right and reining, | |
| or is it falling that you've mastered solely, | |
| wholly only gaining debt or regret, | |
| at the bread of a threat in a dead-end collect of your self in extents | |
| to let off a small fearfire in the gone that sleeps inside you, | |
| all to sever an arm for a clear and embalmed calm moment | |
| in the palm of the sun outside the numb, inside your skin | |
| to eat completely of the clear you're in | |
| Luck locked? | |
| Moon shot? | |
| Ungod got? | |
| Goner hope not | |
| You're in unlikely rock shock | |
| (x4) | |
| The fate of your life may go cold | |
| May be determined by how good you look in white | |
| And you will be there singing key | |
| Yes you Yes in your cutting edge whites | |
| You will show them you are just, | |
| and the sight and sound of such | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| You will show them you are just, | |
| and the sight and sound of such | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| and is that dangerous | |
| (x2) | |
| It's a 6ft tall man's world, if you're not knowing | |
| and the steady second hands of such | |
| are never not in motion. | |
| From the size of the ceilings to the way the windows open, | |
| it is a dark rule of thumb, sunk deep into our numb | |
| Writ in the stitch of our hand, | |
| at the center of a thing making modern man | |
| and its overdriven eat | |
| They want it clean and numb when it hits the tongue | |
| How clean and numb when it hits the tongue? | |
| Un-god got | |
| Clean and numb and ungod got | |
| (x2) | |
| Amen, sing what you mean then | |
| What's working man's hope? | |
| They, they call it cope | |
| (x8) |
| zuo qu : Drucker | |
| Luck locked? | |
| Moon shot? | |
| Ungod got? | |
| Goner hope not | |
| You' re in unlikely rock shock | |
| not in chorus | |
| x2 | |
| Now are you just in the aiming, | |
| this hopeful knight all right and reining, | |
| or is it falling that you' ve mastered solely, | |
| wholly only gaining debt or regret, | |
| at the bread of a threat in a deadend collect of your self in extents | |
| to let off a small fearfire in the gone that sleeps inside you, | |
| all to sever an arm for a clear and embalmed calm moment | |
| in the palm of the sun outside the numb, inside your skin | |
| to eat completely of the clear you' re in | |
| Luck locked? | |
| Moon shot? | |
| Ungod got? | |
| Goner hope not | |
| You' re in unlikely rock shock | |
| x4 | |
| The fate of your life may go cold | |
| May be determined by how good you look in white | |
| And you will be there singing key | |
| Yes you Yes in your cutting edge whites | |
| You will show them you are just, | |
| and the sight and sound of such | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| You will show them you are just, | |
| and the sight and sound of such | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| and is that dangerous | |
| x2 | |
| It' s a 6ft tall man' s world, if you' re not knowing | |
| and the steady second hands of such | |
| are never not in motion. | |
| From the size of the ceilings to the way the windows open, | |
| it is a dark rule of thumb, sunk deep into our numb | |
| Writ in the stitch of our hand, | |
| at the center of a thing making modern man | |
| and its overdriven eat | |
| They want it clean and numb when it hits the tongue | |
| How clean and numb when it hits the tongue? | |
| Ungod got | |
| Clean and numb and ungod got | |
| x2 | |
| Amen, sing what you mean then | |
| What' s working man' s hope? | |
| They, they call it cope | |
| x8 |
| zuò qǔ : Drucker | |
| Luck locked? | |
| Moon shot? | |
| Ungod got? | |
| Goner hope not | |
| You' re in unlikely rock shock | |
| not in chorus | |
| x2 | |
| Now are you just in the aiming, | |
| this hopeful knight all right and reining, | |
| or is it falling that you' ve mastered solely, | |
| wholly only gaining debt or regret, | |
| at the bread of a threat in a deadend collect of your self in extents | |
| to let off a small fearfire in the gone that sleeps inside you, | |
| all to sever an arm for a clear and embalmed calm moment | |
| in the palm of the sun outside the numb, inside your skin | |
| to eat completely of the clear you' re in | |
| Luck locked? | |
| Moon shot? | |
| Ungod got? | |
| Goner hope not | |
| You' re in unlikely rock shock | |
| x4 | |
| The fate of your life may go cold | |
| May be determined by how good you look in white | |
| And you will be there singing key | |
| Yes you Yes in your cutting edge whites | |
| You will show them you are just, | |
| and the sight and sound of such | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| You will show them you are just, | |
| and the sight and sound of such | |
| Will turn to trust | |
| and is that dangerous | |
| x2 | |
| It' s a 6ft tall man' s world, if you' re not knowing | |
| and the steady second hands of such | |
| are never not in motion. | |
| From the size of the ceilings to the way the windows open, | |
| it is a dark rule of thumb, sunk deep into our numb | |
| Writ in the stitch of our hand, | |
| at the center of a thing making modern man | |
| and its overdriven eat | |
| They want it clean and numb when it hits the tongue | |
| How clean and numb when it hits the tongue? | |
| Ungod got | |
| Clean and numb and ungod got | |
| x2 | |
| Amen, sing what you mean then | |
| What' s working man' s hope? | |
| They, they call it cope | |
| x8 |
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