Song | A Heavy Burden |
Artist | Raunchy |
Album | Wasteland Discotheque |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You know it turns me on to see | |
The way you look at me | |
With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon | |
Would you even think about leaving so soon? | |
And there she hits you within your eye | |
You know all is lost and about to die | |
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
And talks for a while with that… | |
Fateful severed spitful boy | |
Deep away in the heart of joy | |
Talks like crazy, talks to the sea | |
The sea is what you see in me. | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I’m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look pretty in every stitch you’re in | |
I’m a little boy | |
I’m in love with you in ways they’ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
You give yourself the red carpet grave | |
The last of the lost was hereby saved | |
With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart | |
She turned back to the story from the start | |
And there she goes all dressed in style | |
All is won within all that dies | |
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
And talks for a while with that… | |
Deadly severed spiteful tongue | |
Sweep away the heart with songs | |
Run like crazy, run to the sea | |
The sea is what you see in me. | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I’m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look preaty in every stitch you’re in | |
I’m a little boy | |
I’m in love with you in ways they’ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
A rose dressed in thorns | |
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
A rose dressed in thorns | |
A black kingdom between mountains of lust | |
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
Kick up a fire and watch them explode | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I’m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look preaty in every stitch you’re in | |
I’m a little boy | |
I’m in love with you in ways they’ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night |
You know it turns me on to see | |
The way you look at me | |
With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon | |
Would you even think about leaving so soon? | |
And there she hits you within your eye | |
You know all is lost and about to die | |
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
And talks for a while with that | |
Fateful severed spitful boy | |
Deep away in the heart of joy | |
Talks like crazy, talks to the sea | |
The sea is what you see in me. | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look pretty in every stitch you' re in | |
I' m a little boy | |
I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
You give yourself the red carpet grave | |
The last of the lost was hereby saved | |
With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart | |
She turned back to the story from the start | |
And there she goes all dressed in style | |
All is won within all that dies | |
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
And talks for a while with that | |
Deadly severed spiteful tongue | |
Sweep away the heart with songs | |
Run like crazy, run to the sea | |
The sea is what you see in me. | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look preaty in every stitch you' re in | |
I' m a little boy | |
I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
A rose dressed in thorns | |
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
A rose dressed in thorns | |
A black kingdom between mountains of lust | |
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
Kick up a fire and watch them explode | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look preaty in every stitch you' re in | |
I' m a little boy | |
I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night |
You know it turns me on to see | |
The way you look at me | |
With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon | |
Would you even think about leaving so soon? | |
And there she hits you within your eye | |
You know all is lost and about to die | |
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
And talks for a while with that | |
Fateful severed spitful boy | |
Deep away in the heart of joy | |
Talks like crazy, talks to the sea | |
The sea is what you see in me. | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look pretty in every stitch you' re in | |
I' m a little boy | |
I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
You give yourself the red carpet grave | |
The last of the lost was hereby saved | |
With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart | |
She turned back to the story from the start | |
And there she goes all dressed in style | |
All is won within all that dies | |
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
And talks for a while with that | |
Deadly severed spiteful tongue | |
Sweep away the heart with songs | |
Run like crazy, run to the sea | |
The sea is what you see in me. | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look preaty in every stitch you' re in | |
I' m a little boy | |
I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
A rose dressed in thorns | |
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
A rose dressed in thorns | |
A black kingdom between mountains of lust | |
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
Kick up a fire and watch them explode | |
Track to the city filth that lies below | |
When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
You look preaty in every stitch you' re in | |
I' m a little boy | |
I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
Set sails for the future head on into the night |