| 歌曲 | We Ride Skeletal Lightning |
| 歌手 | The Blood Brothers |
| 专辑 | Young Machetes |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
| we're the boys jailed in a horse's skull. | |
| nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone. | |
| the only things that make our blood feel like blood | |
| are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts ****. | |
| so don't look away, every day's the same, | |
| every song's the same in this sanitized exploding airplane. | |
| i got shot in the face it's all on videotape. | |
| so c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free. | |
| we're the girls chewing styrofoam, pulling out wigs under a monochrome glow. | |
| the only line that's talking is into bed | |
| is the freeway's static hiss drilling holes in our heads. | |
| don't look away form the clouds leaking rust. | |
| the kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust. | |
| i got shot in the face it's all on videotape. | |
| so c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free. | |
| seven items dripped out the back in my head: | |
| one big war and one color red; | |
| one vulgar leg and one designer tree; | |
| two stallions and a pound of confetti. | |
| oh, salvation! | |
| hollow lightning, so skeletal... | |
| shipwrecked freeways! | |
| concrete ribcage, so boring... | |
| we ride skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that's miscarried. |
| zuo qu : Blood Brothers | |
| we' re the boys jailed in a horse' s skull. | |
| nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone. | |
| the only things that make our blood feel like blood | |
| are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts . | |
| so don' t look away, every day' s the same, | |
| every song' s the same in this sanitized exploding airplane. | |
| i got shot in the face it' s all on videotape. | |
| so c' mon, watch the blood, it' s pouring commercialfree. | |
| we' re the girls chewing styrofoam, pulling out wigs under a monochrome glow. | |
| the only line that' s talking is into bed | |
| is the freeway' s static hiss drilling holes in our heads. | |
| don' t look away form the clouds leaking rust. | |
| the kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust. | |
| i got shot in the face it' s all on videotape. | |
| so c' mon, watch the blood, it' s pouring commercialfree. | |
| seven items dripped out the back in my head: | |
| one big war and one color red | |
| one vulgar leg and one designer tree | |
| two stallions and a pound of confetti. | |
| oh, salvation! | |
| hollow lightning, so skeletal... | |
| shipwrecked freeways! | |
| concrete ribcage, so boring... | |
| we ride skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that' s miscarried. |
| zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
| we' re the boys jailed in a horse' s skull. | |
| nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone. | |
| the only things that make our blood feel like blood | |
| are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts . | |
| so don' t look away, every day' s the same, | |
| every song' s the same in this sanitized exploding airplane. | |
| i got shot in the face it' s all on videotape. | |
| so c' mon, watch the blood, it' s pouring commercialfree. | |
| we' re the girls chewing styrofoam, pulling out wigs under a monochrome glow. | |
| the only line that' s talking is into bed | |
| is the freeway' s static hiss drilling holes in our heads. | |
| don' t look away form the clouds leaking rust. | |
| the kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust. | |
| i got shot in the face it' s all on videotape. | |
| so c' mon, watch the blood, it' s pouring commercialfree. | |
| seven items dripped out the back in my head: | |
| one big war and one color red | |
| one vulgar leg and one designer tree | |
| two stallions and a pound of confetti. | |
| oh, salvation! | |
| hollow lightning, so skeletal... | |
| shipwrecked freeways! | |
| concrete ribcage, so boring... | |
| we ride skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that' s miscarried. |