Song | Said the Spider to the Fly |
Artist | The Paper Chase |
Album | God Bless Your Black Heart |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Congleton | |
(Entry number one, I still hear the boots in the hallway) (Spider:) | |
I want your head. | |
I want your wicked parts. | |
I want to wring out your evil thoughts. | |
I want to eat out your bitter heart. | |
I want your soul to sing six words harmony | |
Of all the pigs that might tempt me. | |
I know you're sick alone and | |
I’m telling everyone everything. | |
So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home: "And when your lover loves to cheat there's another you can meet It’s a short pier, it's a long walk home" | |
You gotta show me where it hurts, | |
There’s a beast and a burden | |
Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor. | |
This is your life this is your life and | |
When I’m done it's over a little bit more. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. "Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. (Fly:) | |
So if I fight the good fight will hairlines recede? | |
Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat? | |
I feel the end is near my little | |
Monday night whore, | |
My little | |
Saturday night became a | |
Sunday remorse. | |
When it's all over | |
America, The | |
Godless game show heathens. | |
This is your life, this is your life, | |
At last my good friend we are even. | |
I know I’ll never lose an arm, never stay up staring at the phone. | |
I'll never rot up with disease don't you bury me and leave, | |
Don’t you leave me in the ground alone. | |
You gotta show me where it hurts, never creamate me to burn, | |
Never chop me up and throw me to sea. | |
You’ll never have to find the words they come spilling unrehearsed, | |
But you and | |
I will never find that peace. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. "Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. "Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. (Deep, Quiet Voice #1:) | |
Came and laid across me, put his hand across my chest like he was listening to my heart 'cause at a point he said he was gonna eat my heart. (Deep, Quiet Voice #2:) | |
He said he was gonna eat your heart? (Deep, Quiet Voice #1:) | |
Yes, that's... |
zuo qu : Congleton | |
Entry number one, I still hear the boots in the hallway Spider: | |
I want your head. | |
I want your wicked parts. | |
I want to wring out your evil thoughts. | |
I want to eat out your bitter heart. | |
I want your soul to sing six words harmony | |
Of all the pigs that might tempt me. | |
I know you' re sick alone and | |
I' m telling everyone everything. | |
So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home: " And when your lover loves to cheat there' s another you can meet It' s a short pier, it' s a long walk home" | |
You gotta show me where it hurts, | |
There' s a beast and a burden | |
Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor. | |
This is your life this is your life and | |
When I' m done it' s over a little bit more. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. " Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. Fly: | |
So if I fight the good fight will hairlines recede? | |
Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat? | |
I feel the end is near my little | |
Monday night whore, | |
My little | |
Saturday night became a | |
Sunday remorse. | |
When it' s all over | |
America, The | |
Godless game show heathens. | |
This is your life, this is your life, | |
At last my good friend we are even. | |
I know I' ll never lose an arm, never stay up staring at the phone. | |
I' ll never rot up with disease don' t you bury me and leave, | |
Don' t you leave me in the ground alone. | |
You gotta show me where it hurts, never creamate me to burn, | |
Never chop me up and throw me to sea. | |
You' ll never have to find the words they come spilling unrehearsed, | |
But you and | |
I will never find that peace. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. " Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. " Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. Deep, Quiet Voice 1: | |
Came and laid across me, put his hand across my chest like he was listening to my heart ' cause at a point he said he was gonna eat my heart. Deep, Quiet Voice 2: | |
He said he was gonna eat your heart? Deep, Quiet Voice 1: | |
Yes, that' s... |
zuò qǔ : Congleton | |
Entry number one, I still hear the boots in the hallway Spider: | |
I want your head. | |
I want your wicked parts. | |
I want to wring out your evil thoughts. | |
I want to eat out your bitter heart. | |
I want your soul to sing six words harmony | |
Of all the pigs that might tempt me. | |
I know you' re sick alone and | |
I' m telling everyone everything. | |
So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home: " And when your lover loves to cheat there' s another you can meet It' s a short pier, it' s a long walk home" | |
You gotta show me where it hurts, | |
There' s a beast and a burden | |
Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor. | |
This is your life this is your life and | |
When I' m done it' s over a little bit more. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. " Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. Fly: | |
So if I fight the good fight will hairlines recede? | |
Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat? | |
I feel the end is near my little | |
Monday night whore, | |
My little | |
Saturday night became a | |
Sunday remorse. | |
When it' s all over | |
America, The | |
Godless game show heathens. | |
This is your life, this is your life, | |
At last my good friend we are even. | |
I know I' ll never lose an arm, never stay up staring at the phone. | |
I' ll never rot up with disease don' t you bury me and leave, | |
Don' t you leave me in the ground alone. | |
You gotta show me where it hurts, never creamate me to burn, | |
Never chop me up and throw me to sea. | |
You' ll never have to find the words they come spilling unrehearsed, | |
But you and | |
I will never find that peace. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. " Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. | |
Good things die all the time, | |
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine. " Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly. | |
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right. Deep, Quiet Voice 1: | |
Came and laid across me, put his hand across my chest like he was listening to my heart ' cause at a point he said he was gonna eat my heart. Deep, Quiet Voice 2: | |
He said he was gonna eat your heart? Deep, Quiet Voice 1: | |
Yes, that' s... |