歌曲 | Bleeding Ceremony |
歌手 | Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
专辑 | Soul Caddy |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Perry | |
I was taught to always be nice so | |
I open doors on impulse | |
Always make room on the sidewalk though | |
I notice no one else does | |
They just plow through knocking you down | |
With a smug look on their faces | |
So I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oasis | |
Would it be out of line | |
To spend the rest of my life in my head? | |
While I'm running my thumb all along on a razor's edge? | |
Getting warm in the tub while | |
I'm watching the clouds | |
Of the blood | |
I spread But | |
I never said | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. I'm a loner, like or not. | |
A Marat. Inside | |
I'm lonely | |
Purified my masochism in a bleeding ceremony | |
Light a candle, open my hand, and | |
I'll end retaliations | |
From the dog pack cowardice here in the gauchest of the nations | |
Would it be too benign | |
To spend the rest of my time in my head? | |
Am I hurting myself to remember? | |
Like Orson's sled? | |
I've been waiting so long for the words to this song | |
I bet I bleed to death | |
But I never said | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. Now I hope that magically | |
I will emerge back into life | |
Even though | |
I'm vanishing now in a hemlock bath of wine | |
Become a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient world | |
And leave the life here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herd | |
DROP DEAD. | |
Was what I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. What | |
I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. What | |
I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say... |
zuo ci : Perry | |
I was taught to always be nice so | |
I open doors on impulse | |
Always make room on the sidewalk though | |
I notice no one else does | |
They just plow through knocking you down | |
With a smug look on their faces | |
So I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oasis | |
Would it be out of line | |
To spend the rest of my life in my head? | |
While I' m running my thumb all along on a razor' s edge? | |
Getting warm in the tub while | |
I' m watching the clouds | |
Of the blood | |
I spread But | |
I never said | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. I' m a loner, like or not. | |
A Marat. Inside | |
I' m lonely | |
Purified my masochism in a bleeding ceremony | |
Light a candle, open my hand, and | |
I' ll end retaliations | |
From the dog pack cowardice here in the gauchest of the nations | |
Would it be too benign | |
To spend the rest of my time in my head? | |
Am I hurting myself to remember? | |
Like Orson' s sled? | |
I' ve been waiting so long for the words to this song | |
I bet I bleed to death | |
But I never said | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. Now I hope that magically | |
I will emerge back into life | |
Even though | |
I' m vanishing now in a hemlock bath of wine | |
Become a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient world | |
And leave the life here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herd | |
DROP DEAD. | |
Was what I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. What | |
I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. What | |
I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say... |
zuò cí : Perry | |
I was taught to always be nice so | |
I open doors on impulse | |
Always make room on the sidewalk though | |
I notice no one else does | |
They just plow through knocking you down | |
With a smug look on their faces | |
So I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oasis | |
Would it be out of line | |
To spend the rest of my life in my head? | |
While I' m running my thumb all along on a razor' s edge? | |
Getting warm in the tub while | |
I' m watching the clouds | |
Of the blood | |
I spread But | |
I never said | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. I' m a loner, like or not. | |
A Marat. Inside | |
I' m lonely | |
Purified my masochism in a bleeding ceremony | |
Light a candle, open my hand, and | |
I' ll end retaliations | |
From the dog pack cowardice here in the gauchest of the nations | |
Would it be too benign | |
To spend the rest of my time in my head? | |
Am I hurting myself to remember? | |
Like Orson' s sled? | |
I' ve been waiting so long for the words to this song | |
I bet I bleed to death | |
But I never said | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. Now I hope that magically | |
I will emerge back into life | |
Even though | |
I' m vanishing now in a hemlock bath of wine | |
Become a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient world | |
And leave the life here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herd | |
DROP DEAD. | |
Was what I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. What | |
I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
Was DROP D | |
EAD. What | |
I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say | |
What I wanted to say... |