歌曲 | Tablespoon of Codeine |
歌手 | John Vanderslice |
专辑 | Emerald City |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Vanderslice | |
There's a guy from the Sun Tribune | |
staking out my house in a Chevy Impala | |
since yesterday noon | |
should i speak to him | |
or just stay quiet | |
they hear the whistle blow | |
and out pours the blood of my child | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don't want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight | |
so I said some things | |
that cant be said | |
about a ritual tower that | |
uses of more american dead | |
and what happen in september | |
was a fake | |
but they're chasing demoltion | |
or remote control planes | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don't want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight | |
whatever you do | |
you have to commit | |
and whatever you do | |
you have to put your blood into it | |
so i said some things | |
that can't be said | |
from the FAA | |
the empty desk of Alan Armistead | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don't want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight |
zuo qu : Vanderslice | |
There' s a guy from the Sun Tribune | |
staking out my house in a Chevy Impala | |
since yesterday noon | |
should i speak to him | |
or just stay quiet | |
they hear the whistle blow | |
and out pours the blood of my child | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don' t want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight | |
so I said some things | |
that cant be said | |
about a ritual tower that | |
uses of more american dead | |
and what happen in september | |
was a fake | |
but they' re chasing demoltion | |
or remote control planes | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don' t want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight | |
whatever you do | |
you have to commit | |
and whatever you do | |
you have to put your blood into it | |
so i said some things | |
that can' t be said | |
from the FAA | |
the empty desk of Alan Armistead | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don' t want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight |
zuò qǔ : Vanderslice | |
There' s a guy from the Sun Tribune | |
staking out my house in a Chevy Impala | |
since yesterday noon | |
should i speak to him | |
or just stay quiet | |
they hear the whistle blow | |
and out pours the blood of my child | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don' t want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight | |
so I said some things | |
that cant be said | |
about a ritual tower that | |
uses of more american dead | |
and what happen in september | |
was a fake | |
but they' re chasing demoltion | |
or remote control planes | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don' t want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight | |
whatever you do | |
you have to commit | |
and whatever you do | |
you have to put your blood into it | |
so i said some things | |
that can' t be said | |
from the FAA | |
the empty desk of Alan Armistead | |
tablespoon of codeine | |
put you right to bed | |
don' t want anymore codeine | |
wanted to make it | |
on my own tonight | |
my own tonight |