Blackboard Sky Lyrics
| Song | Blackboard Sky |
| Artist | Wall of Voodoo |
| Album | Seven Days In Sammystown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Prieboy | |
| Their frying fish in | |
| ChinatownAnd the wind smells of rain | |
| My head is ticking like a bomb | |
| On a subway train | |
| Now I cut to the on high | |
| And I get opened up like venetian blinds | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| The worst is over humm a hymn | |
| To her burning my faith | |
| For such a villian | |
| I am criminally underpaid | |
| Now my rope is tied | |
| The gas is on | |
| The chair is begging to be climbed | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| And if I look in your eye | |
| And see you yes | |
| And if I see you say yes | |
| We'll be happy once again | |
| Fresh out of hell on a morning so cold and alone | |
| Nobody there to say welcome home | |
| So I roll like the leaves | |
| I blow like the sand | |
| And I tumble like a paper cup | |
| Thats caught in the wind | |
| Now I see all sides | |
| Sense is not issue | |
| I've got the eyes of the blind | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky |
| zuo ci : Prieboy | |
| Their frying fish in | |
| ChinatownAnd the wind smells of rain | |
| My head is ticking like a bomb | |
| On a subway train | |
| Now I cut to the on high | |
| And I get opened up like venetian blinds | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| The worst is over humm a hymn | |
| To her burning my faith | |
| For such a villian | |
| I am criminally underpaid | |
| Now my rope is tied | |
| The gas is on | |
| The chair is begging to be climbed | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| And if I look in your eye | |
| And see you yes | |
| And if I see you say yes | |
| We' ll be happy once again | |
| Fresh out of hell on a morning so cold and alone | |
| Nobody there to say welcome home | |
| So I roll like the leaves | |
| I blow like the sand | |
| And I tumble like a paper cup | |
| Thats caught in the wind | |
| Now I see all sides | |
| Sense is not issue | |
| I' ve got the eyes of the blind | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky |
| zuò cí : Prieboy | |
| Their frying fish in | |
| ChinatownAnd the wind smells of rain | |
| My head is ticking like a bomb | |
| On a subway train | |
| Now I cut to the on high | |
| And I get opened up like venetian blinds | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| The worst is over humm a hymn | |
| To her burning my faith | |
| For such a villian | |
| I am criminally underpaid | |
| Now my rope is tied | |
| The gas is on | |
| The chair is begging to be climbed | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| And if I look in your eye | |
| And see you yes | |
| And if I see you say yes | |
| We' ll be happy once again | |
| Fresh out of hell on a morning so cold and alone | |
| Nobody there to say welcome home | |
| So I roll like the leaves | |
| I blow like the sand | |
| And I tumble like a paper cup | |
| Thats caught in the wind | |
| Now I see all sides | |
| Sense is not issue | |
| I' ve got the eyes of the blind | |
| When I draw your face on blackboard sky | |
| Yeah I draw your face on blackboard sky |
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