Song | Pudding Morphina |
Artist | Julien Doré |
Album | Ersatz |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Doré | |
And I was born dead in your home | |
Watching TV mum you're welcome | |
Into my car smelling pudding morphina | |
Wearing my elesses you should come | |
And eat all pets you could find | |
Between my sick teeth of monkey town | |
My sick brain | |
Is leaving my hand | |
My sick brain | |
Is squeezing my name | |
My feet are smelling like beer and bread | |
My nose ives funk rythm to them | |
Between my big balls of business man | |
I was learning in my bed | |
When you told me you were drunk | |
Thank you pudding morphina | |
And I'm fucking on Madonna | |
And I'm fucking on Sri Lanka | |
And I' m boring of your face | |
I'm still wearing your dress | |
In my room of Bambi Buddha | |
In my room of Bambi Buddha | |
And I was born in morphina | |
Ihad to learn to breath and swim | |
Into my glasses of hospital | |
I'll send you stolen flowers | |
By UPS car in your bath | |
At thirty six cuckold avenue | |
My sick brain | |
Is leaving my hand | |
My sick brain | |
Is squeezing my name | |
And I was born in morphina | |
I had to learn to breath and swim | |
In to my glass of hospital |
zuo qu : Dore | |
And I was born dead in your home | |
Watching TV mum you' re welcome | |
Into my car smelling pudding morphina | |
Wearing my elesses you should come | |
And eat all pets you could find | |
Between my sick teeth of monkey town | |
My sick brain | |
Is leaving my hand | |
My sick brain | |
Is squeezing my name | |
My feet are smelling like beer and bread | |
My nose ives funk rythm to them | |
Between my big balls of business man | |
I was learning in my bed | |
When you told me you were drunk | |
Thank you pudding morphina | |
And I' m fucking on Madonna | |
And I' m fucking on Sri Lanka | |
And I' m boring of your face | |
I' m still wearing your dress | |
In my room of Bambi Buddha | |
In my room of Bambi Buddha | |
And I was born in morphina | |
Ihad to learn to breath and swim | |
Into my glasses of hospital | |
I' ll send you stolen flowers | |
By UPS car in your bath | |
At thirty six cuckold avenue | |
My sick brain | |
Is leaving my hand | |
My sick brain | |
Is squeezing my name | |
And I was born in morphina | |
I had to learn to breath and swim | |
In to my glass of hospital |
zuò qǔ : Doré | |
And I was born dead in your home | |
Watching TV mum you' re welcome | |
Into my car smelling pudding morphina | |
Wearing my elesses you should come | |
And eat all pets you could find | |
Between my sick teeth of monkey town | |
My sick brain | |
Is leaving my hand | |
My sick brain | |
Is squeezing my name | |
My feet are smelling like beer and bread | |
My nose ives funk rythm to them | |
Between my big balls of business man | |
I was learning in my bed | |
When you told me you were drunk | |
Thank you pudding morphina | |
And I' m fucking on Madonna | |
And I' m fucking on Sri Lanka | |
And I' m boring of your face | |
I' m still wearing your dress | |
In my room of Bambi Buddha | |
In my room of Bambi Buddha | |
And I was born in morphina | |
Ihad to learn to breath and swim | |
Into my glasses of hospital | |
I' ll send you stolen flowers | |
By UPS car in your bath | |
At thirty six cuckold avenue | |
My sick brain | |
Is leaving my hand | |
My sick brain | |
Is squeezing my name | |
And I was born in morphina | |
I had to learn to breath and swim | |
In to my glass of hospital |