Song | S.F.H. Theme |
Artist | Star Fucking Hipsters |
Album | Never Rest In Peace |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It’s been so long | |
Since we were young | |
Our bodies whither & fail | |
Our loneliness is sung | |
Start Fucking Hipsters | |
Start Fucking trees | |
Start Fucking the extra mile | |
Tortured death is the new dis-ease | |
The aftermath | |
The rotting lungs | |
The cancer grows | |
To blot out the sun | |
Start Fucking Hipsters | |
Start Fucking trees | |
Start Fucking the extra mile | |
Tortured death is the new dis-ease | |
When your cells are dividing there’s no use in hiding | |
Bacteria’s inside us along with tinnitus | |
All the bombs were exploding there’s no use in holding | |
The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
When your cells are dividing there’s no use in hiding | |
Bacteria’s inside us along with tinnitus | |
All the bombs were exploding there’s no use in holding | |
The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Alone |
It' s been so long | |
Since we were young | |
Our bodies whither fail | |
Our loneliness is sung | |
Start Fucking Hipsters | |
Start Fucking trees | |
Start Fucking the extra mile | |
Tortured death is the new disease | |
The aftermath | |
The rotting lungs | |
The cancer grows | |
To blot out the sun | |
Start Fucking Hipsters | |
Start Fucking trees | |
Start Fucking the extra mile | |
Tortured death is the new disease | |
When your cells are dividing there' s no use in hiding | |
Bacteria' s inside us along with tinnitus | |
All the bombs were exploding there' s no use in holding | |
The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
When your cells are dividing there' s no use in hiding | |
Bacteria' s inside us along with tinnitus | |
All the bombs were exploding there' s no use in holding | |
The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Alone |
It' s been so long | |
Since we were young | |
Our bodies whither fail | |
Our loneliness is sung | |
Start Fucking Hipsters | |
Start Fucking trees | |
Start Fucking the extra mile | |
Tortured death is the new disease | |
The aftermath | |
The rotting lungs | |
The cancer grows | |
To blot out the sun | |
Start Fucking Hipsters | |
Start Fucking trees | |
Start Fucking the extra mile | |
Tortured death is the new disease | |
When your cells are dividing there' s no use in hiding | |
Bacteria' s inside us along with tinnitus | |
All the bombs were exploding there' s no use in holding | |
The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
When your cells are dividing there' s no use in hiding | |
Bacteria' s inside us along with tinnitus | |
All the bombs were exploding there' s no use in holding | |
The pages of bibles and other such trifles | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Star Hipsters die alone | |
Alone |