Ejector Seat Reservation

Ejector Seat Reservation 歌词

歌曲	Ejector Seat Reservation
歌手	Swervedriver
专辑	Ejector Seat Reservation
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Swervedriver
	Not going down in a ball of fire
	Just 'cause the wings won't reach any higher
	And I'm the psychotic tripping in the aisles
	Sheet rain on the window pain
	Now at the bar, gnashing and gurning
	And never quite turning
	As the hostess turns to me and jokes:
	At least you've always got a good tale to tell
	When you die well
	I keep crashing out and dreaming about
	Black African goddesses in white western underwear
	So there And when you say everybody is a star in the end
	Then the greatest starfucker's your boyfriend who says
	I've always loved the smell of your blood
	Don't ask me why,
	I don't try
	We're so earthbound in every town
	And everybody's got a right to a will to want to live
	And a right to want to die
	Please help us back on to our feet
	Escort us to the ejector seats
	And I'm alive!
	I can't seem to hide it
	Got people calling out my name and everything
	Death by chandelier
	She says Death by chandelier!
	It falls on my head and
	I'm dead And that's how
	I want to die
	Don't ask me why,
	I don't try
	But if my lights are gonna blow
	Then that's the end of the show
	The fuzzy end of the lollipop's yours to suck
	I don't wanna here anymore
	And just don't tell me the
	Fulham score
	Please help me back on to my feet
	Reserve me the ejector seat
	Go away Go away
	Take me to
	Nirvana or
	Shangri-la
	And somewhere on my journey
	I saw everything
	Not going down in a ball of fire
	A little man sitting on my shoulder
	Top hat and tails and he carries a folder
	And written within is a list of the men
	Who went down before me
	Am I not going down?
	It's like
	Carry On Through
	The Clouds
	It's like flying with
	Satan sharing the navigation
	And he keeps grabbin' hold of the controls
	Please help me back on to my feet
	Reserve me the ejector seat
	Go away Go away
	Fly me to
	Nirvana or
	Shangri-la
	Somewhere on my journey
	I saw everything
	Where the songs do grow
	And the flowers can sing

	zuo qu : Swervedriver
	Not going down in a ball of fire
	Just ' cause the wings won' t reach any higher
	And I' m the psychotic tripping in the aisles
	Sheet rain on the window pain
	Now at the bar, gnashing and gurning
	And never quite turning
	As the hostess turns to me and jokes:
	At least you' ve always got a good tale to tell
	When you die well
	I keep crashing out and dreaming about
	Black African goddesses in white western underwear
	So there And when you say everybody is a star in the end
	Then the greatest starfucker' s your boyfriend who says
	I' ve always loved the smell of your blood
	Don' t ask me why,
	I don' t try
	We' re so earthbound in every town
	And everybody' s got a right to a will to want to live
	And a right to want to die
	Please help us back on to our feet
	Escort us to the ejector seats
	And I' m alive!
	I can' t seem to hide it
	Got people calling out my name and everything
	Death by chandelier
	She says Death by chandelier!
	It falls on my head and
	I' m dead And that' s how
	I want to die
	Don' t ask me why,
	I don' t try
	But if my lights are gonna blow
	Then that' s the end of the show
	The fuzzy end of the lollipop' s yours to suck
	I don' t wanna here anymore
	And just don' t tell me the
	Fulham score
	Please help me back on to my feet
	Reserve me the ejector seat
	Go away Go away
	Take me to
	Nirvana or
	Shangrila
	And somewhere on my journey
	I saw everything
	Not going down in a ball of fire
	A little man sitting on my shoulder
	Top hat and tails and he carries a folder
	And written within is a list of the men
	Who went down before me
	Am I not going down?
	It' s like
	Carry On Through
	The Clouds
	It' s like flying with
	Satan sharing the navigation
	And he keeps grabbin' hold of the controls
	Please help me back on to my feet
	Reserve me the ejector seat
	Go away Go away
	Fly me to
	Nirvana or
	Shangrila
	Somewhere on my journey
	I saw everything
	Where the songs do grow
	And the flowers can sing

	zuò qǔ : Swervedriver
	Not going down in a ball of fire
	Just ' cause the wings won' t reach any higher
	And I' m the psychotic tripping in the aisles
	Sheet rain on the window pain
	Now at the bar, gnashing and gurning
	And never quite turning
	As the hostess turns to me and jokes:
	At least you' ve always got a good tale to tell
	When you die well
	I keep crashing out and dreaming about
	Black African goddesses in white western underwear
	So there And when you say everybody is a star in the end
	Then the greatest starfucker' s your boyfriend who says
	I' ve always loved the smell of your blood
	Don' t ask me why,
	I don' t try
	We' re so earthbound in every town
	And everybody' s got a right to a will to want to live
	And a right to want to die
	Please help us back on to our feet
	Escort us to the ejector seats
	And I' m alive!
	I can' t seem to hide it
	Got people calling out my name and everything
	Death by chandelier
	She says Death by chandelier!
	It falls on my head and
	I' m dead And that' s how
	I want to die
	Don' t ask me why,
	I don' t try
	But if my lights are gonna blow
	Then that' s the end of the show
	The fuzzy end of the lollipop' s yours to suck
	I don' t wanna here anymore
	And just don' t tell me the
	Fulham score
	Please help me back on to my feet
	Reserve me the ejector seat
	Go away Go away
	Take me to
	Nirvana or
	Shangrila
	And somewhere on my journey
	I saw everything
	Not going down in a ball of fire
	A little man sitting on my shoulder
	Top hat and tails and he carries a folder
	And written within is a list of the men
	Who went down before me
	Am I not going down?
	It' s like
	Carry On Through
	The Clouds
	It' s like flying with
	Satan sharing the navigation
	And he keeps grabbin' hold of the controls
	Please help me back on to my feet
	Reserve me the ejector seat
	Go away Go away
	Fly me to
	Nirvana or
	Shangrila
	Somewhere on my journey
	I saw everything
	Where the songs do grow
	And the flowers can sing

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