Song | Spray Paint (We Won't Carry Over) |
Artist | The Dingees |
Album | The Crucial Conspiracy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Peglegasus | |
We won't carry over | |
We are the new | |
We move it on | |
I'm outta mind with modern age ultraviolent syndrome | |
Beware mad scientists are stealing chromosomes | |
Experimental aircraft chemtrails across the sky | |
Rain disease down on suburbia burning lungs stinging eyes | |
Microcellular breakdown cuz the cancer couldn't wait | |
Early morning at the clinic methadone helps shake the shakes | |
For another ninety days, mother daughter alanon | |
Electroshock on blacktop blown away oblivion | |
US Army and the | |
Navy hovercraft on beachhead | |
Anti-tank gun missile meshing blood and bone and lead | |
Past and present combined stress psychadelic | |
Vietnam Paratrooper won't elaborate about the burning bombs of napalm | |
Rust and blood and telecaster helicopter spotlight | |
Seven-forty-seven shot straight out the sky | |
National security global emergency | |
Civilizations unraveled seams | |
Bionic build titanium broken bones and x-rays | |
Couple cans of neon spraypaint half a dozen razorblades | |
Propoganda posters clinchin tight around my brain | |
No synapse can make connection no idea can cause change | |
We ain't around, she ain't around | |
We don't need them anyway, said | |
We're gonna drop them to the ground | |
We ain't around, straight around | |
Outta mind with modern age | |
We're gonna drop them to the ground |
zuo qu : Peglegasus | |
We won' t carry over | |
We are the new | |
We move it on | |
I' m outta mind with modern age ultraviolent syndrome | |
Beware mad scientists are stealing chromosomes | |
Experimental aircraft chemtrails across the sky | |
Rain disease down on suburbia burning lungs stinging eyes | |
Microcellular breakdown cuz the cancer couldn' t wait | |
Early morning at the clinic methadone helps shake the shakes | |
For another ninety days, mother daughter alanon | |
Electroshock on blacktop blown away oblivion | |
US Army and the | |
Navy hovercraft on beachhead | |
Antitank gun missile meshing blood and bone and lead | |
Past and present combined stress psychadelic | |
Vietnam Paratrooper won' t elaborate about the burning bombs of napalm | |
Rust and blood and telecaster helicopter spotlight | |
Sevenfortyseven shot straight out the sky | |
National security global emergency | |
Civilizations unraveled seams | |
Bionic build titanium broken bones and xrays | |
Couple cans of neon spraypaint half a dozen razorblades | |
Propoganda posters clinchin tight around my brain | |
No synapse can make connection no idea can cause change | |
We ain' t around, she ain' t around | |
We don' t need them anyway, said | |
We' re gonna drop them to the ground | |
We ain' t around, straight around | |
Outta mind with modern age | |
We' re gonna drop them to the ground |
zuò qǔ : Peglegasus | |
We won' t carry over | |
We are the new | |
We move it on | |
I' m outta mind with modern age ultraviolent syndrome | |
Beware mad scientists are stealing chromosomes | |
Experimental aircraft chemtrails across the sky | |
Rain disease down on suburbia burning lungs stinging eyes | |
Microcellular breakdown cuz the cancer couldn' t wait | |
Early morning at the clinic methadone helps shake the shakes | |
For another ninety days, mother daughter alanon | |
Electroshock on blacktop blown away oblivion | |
US Army and the | |
Navy hovercraft on beachhead | |
Antitank gun missile meshing blood and bone and lead | |
Past and present combined stress psychadelic | |
Vietnam Paratrooper won' t elaborate about the burning bombs of napalm | |
Rust and blood and telecaster helicopter spotlight | |
Sevenfortyseven shot straight out the sky | |
National security global emergency | |
Civilizations unraveled seams | |
Bionic build titanium broken bones and xrays | |
Couple cans of neon spraypaint half a dozen razorblades | |
Propoganda posters clinchin tight around my brain | |
No synapse can make connection no idea can cause change | |
We ain' t around, she ain' t around | |
We don' t need them anyway, said | |
We' re gonna drop them to the ground | |
We ain' t around, straight around | |
Outta mind with modern age | |
We' re gonna drop them to the ground |