Song | A Grand Scene For A Color Film |
Artist | Norma Jean |
Album | Birds And Microscopes And Bottles Of Elixirs And Raw Steak And A Bunch Of Songs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Norma Jean | |
Return to sender, I've fallen off the hint of suggestion | |
Unlearning the strange devices of the world | |
Is this the end of the earth. Or something like it | |
The great, the great universal coma has arrived | |
We are holding our hands towards the sun | |
Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town | |
Return to sender, Carried straight from the womb to the grave | |
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness | |
All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of this | |
The Great Manipulator | |
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
Has become empty and automatic | |
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town | |
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town | |
You've given us user friendly grenades, | |
Just what are you trying to say? | |
Just what are you trying to say? (8x) | |
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
Has become empty and automatic | |
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town |
zuo qu : Norma Jean | |
Return to sender, I' ve fallen off the hint of suggestion | |
Unlearning the strange devices of the world | |
Is this the end of the earth. Or something like it | |
The great, the great universal coma has arrived | |
We are holding our hands towards the sun | |
Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
Return to sender, Carried straight from the womb to the grave | |
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness | |
All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of this | |
The Great Manipulator | |
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
Has become empty and automatic | |
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
You' ve given us user friendly grenades, | |
Just what are you trying to say? | |
Just what are you trying to say? 8x | |
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
Has become empty and automatic | |
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town |
zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
Return to sender, I' ve fallen off the hint of suggestion | |
Unlearning the strange devices of the world | |
Is this the end of the earth. Or something like it | |
The great, the great universal coma has arrived | |
We are holding our hands towards the sun | |
Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
Return to sender, Carried straight from the womb to the grave | |
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness | |
All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of this | |
The Great Manipulator | |
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
Has become empty and automatic | |
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town | |
You' ve given us user friendly grenades, | |
Just what are you trying to say? | |
Just what are you trying to say? 8x | |
The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun | |
Has become empty and automatic | |
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down | |
Let' s break out the shotguns, we' re going to town |