Song | Acathisia |
Artist | Tilt |
Album | 'Til It Kills |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cinder Block | |
One laydown machine | |
Burned a road | |
Right through the prairie | |
Stream of boiling ash | |
Painted up with perfect lines | |
Discount labor packing | |
Each lane | |
Bargain basement homes | |
Sewn to the road | |
Slipshod directions | |
Do not explain | |
I got these shoes for nothing | |
And they have lasted me forever | |
Searching up and down the lost highway | |
I can read the grid | |
I have memorized the key | |
Counting every inch | |
From C-4 to | |
J-3 I can think in scale ' | |
Cause I know it ain't | |
On my map | |
Scraping off the typeset | |
Dig into the atlas | |
Well they can paint it up | |
Make it appear to go somewhere | |
Well they can paint it up | |
But I know where it doesn't lead |
zuo qu : Cinder Block | |
One laydown machine | |
Burned a road | |
Right through the prairie | |
Stream of boiling ash | |
Painted up with perfect lines | |
Discount labor packing | |
Each lane | |
Bargain basement homes | |
Sewn to the road | |
Slipshod directions | |
Do not explain | |
I got these shoes for nothing | |
And they have lasted me forever | |
Searching up and down the lost highway | |
I can read the grid | |
I have memorized the key | |
Counting every inch | |
From C4 to | |
J3 I can think in scale ' | |
Cause I know it ain' t | |
On my map | |
Scraping off the typeset | |
Dig into the atlas | |
Well they can paint it up | |
Make it appear to go somewhere | |
Well they can paint it up | |
But I know where it doesn' t lead |
zuò qǔ : Cinder Block | |
One laydown machine | |
Burned a road | |
Right through the prairie | |
Stream of boiling ash | |
Painted up with perfect lines | |
Discount labor packing | |
Each lane | |
Bargain basement homes | |
Sewn to the road | |
Slipshod directions | |
Do not explain | |
I got these shoes for nothing | |
And they have lasted me forever | |
Searching up and down the lost highway | |
I can read the grid | |
I have memorized the key | |
Counting every inch | |
From C4 to | |
J3 I can think in scale ' | |
Cause I know it ain' t | |
On my map | |
Scraping off the typeset | |
Dig into the atlas | |
Well they can paint it up | |
Make it appear to go somewhere | |
Well they can paint it up | |
But I know where it doesn' t lead |