We Ride Skeletal Lightning

歌曲 We Ride Skeletal Lightning
歌手 The Blood Brothers
专辑 Young Machetes

歌词

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.

拼音

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.