歌曲 | Heart Transplant |
歌手 | Trance to the Sun |
专辑 | Urchin Tear Soda |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Tied to the fray at the end of a lullabye | |
This little doll's at the end of her rope | |
How many bodies can hang from a fig tree? | |
Over the thistles at the end of the road | |
I can smell chamomile through blackening nostrils | |
Isn't there a space in the garden for me? | |
Give me ribbon to cover the burn | |
My dolls are off limits to you and your dirty hands | |
No you | |
I won't let you play you don't play nice | |
Tied to a line at the end of “the eye” | |
Is there another way to spell disinterested? | |
Where does the subline stop? | |
Get me out of here! | |
Let me out of here | |
Where's the door to the psych ward? | |
Prescription interference | |
Mama told me not to play with you | |
She says you're not nice and I think that is true | |
Oh sweet child | |
Too many years in the root cellar | |
I've waited 18 to be 18 | |
It will be time for shut down soon | |
Will you buy me another? | |
Oh look! | |
My clothes have gotten clean | |
How will I ever get them dirty again? | |
Smile sweet for me your candy smile's on my mind | |
I taste your lips a thousand times | |
You don't look so sweet today my poor little darling | |
How sad for you |
Tied to the fray at the end of a lullabye | |
This little doll' s at the end of her rope | |
How many bodies can hang from a fig tree? | |
Over the thistles at the end of the road | |
I can smell chamomile through blackening nostrils | |
Isn' t there a space in the garden for me? | |
Give me ribbon to cover the burn | |
My dolls are off limits to you and your dirty hands | |
No you | |
I won' t let you play you don' t play nice | |
Tied to a line at the end of " the eye" | |
Is there another way to spell disinterested? | |
Where does the subline stop? | |
Get me out of here! | |
Let me out of here | |
Where' s the door to the psych ward? | |
Prescription interference | |
Mama told me not to play with you | |
She says you' re not nice and I think that is true | |
Oh sweet child | |
Too many years in the root cellar | |
I' ve waited 18 to be 18 | |
It will be time for shut down soon | |
Will you buy me another? | |
Oh look! | |
My clothes have gotten clean | |
How will I ever get them dirty again? | |
Smile sweet for me your candy smile' s on my mind | |
I taste your lips a thousand times | |
You don' t look so sweet today my poor little darling | |
How sad for you |
Tied to the fray at the end of a lullabye | |
This little doll' s at the end of her rope | |
How many bodies can hang from a fig tree? | |
Over the thistles at the end of the road | |
I can smell chamomile through blackening nostrils | |
Isn' t there a space in the garden for me? | |
Give me ribbon to cover the burn | |
My dolls are off limits to you and your dirty hands | |
No you | |
I won' t let you play you don' t play nice | |
Tied to a line at the end of " the eye" | |
Is there another way to spell disinterested? | |
Where does the subline stop? | |
Get me out of here! | |
Let me out of here | |
Where' s the door to the psych ward? | |
Prescription interference | |
Mama told me not to play with you | |
She says you' re not nice and I think that is true | |
Oh sweet child | |
Too many years in the root cellar | |
I' ve waited 18 to be 18 | |
It will be time for shut down soon | |
Will you buy me another? | |
Oh look! | |
My clothes have gotten clean | |
How will I ever get them dirty again? | |
Smile sweet for me your candy smile' s on my mind | |
I taste your lips a thousand times | |
You don' t look so sweet today my poor little darling | |
How sad for you |