Song | Dig Up Her Bones |
Artist | The Misfits |
Album | American Psycho |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Misfits | |
Anything is what she is | |
Anywhere is where she's from | |
Anything is what she'll be | |
Anything as long as it's mine | |
And the door, it opens, way back in | |
Or is it way back out? | |
Any place is where she'll be | |
Any place, she'll see you from | |
Lies and secrets become your world | |
Any time, anywhere, she takes me away | |
And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can't get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones | |
I have seen the demon's face | |
I have heard of her death grace | |
I fall down on my knees in praise of the | |
Horrible things that took her away | |
And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can't get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can't get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones, bones |
zuo ci : Misfits | |
Anything is what she is | |
Anywhere is where she' s from | |
Anything is what she' ll be | |
Anything as long as it' s mine | |
And the door, it opens, way back in | |
Or is it way back out? | |
Any place is where she' ll be | |
Any place, she' ll see you from | |
Lies and secrets become your world | |
Any time, anywhere, she takes me away | |
And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
To give you the rose that' s been burnt by her son | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can' t get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones | |
I have seen the demon' s face | |
I have heard of her death grace | |
I fall down on my knees in praise of the | |
Horrible things that took her away | |
And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
To give you the rose that' s been burnt by her son | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can' t get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can' t get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones, bones |
zuò cí : Misfits | |
Anything is what she is | |
Anywhere is where she' s from | |
Anything is what she' ll be | |
Anything as long as it' s mine | |
And the door, it opens, way back in | |
Or is it way back out? | |
Any place is where she' ll be | |
Any place, she' ll see you from | |
Lies and secrets become your world | |
Any time, anywhere, she takes me away | |
And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
To give you the rose that' s been burnt by her son | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can' t get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones | |
I have seen the demon' s face | |
I have heard of her death grace | |
I fall down on my knees in praise of the | |
Horrible things that took her away | |
And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
To give you the rose that' s been burnt by her son | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can' t get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones | |
Point me to the sky above | |
I can' t get there on my own | |
Walk me to the graveyard | |
Dig up her bones, bones |