歌曲 | Accidents |
歌手 | The Prize Fighter Inferno |
专辑 | My Brother's Blood Machine |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Oh, come now father dear | |
And turn this blood to choice | |
You know I think these young | |
Are spent and have seen their day | |
My back bares the scars of work | |
While my sweat has cut the cost | |
If my word to | |
God isn’t bonded | |
Then I’ll be damned to say | |
Babe, this can’t be so bad | |
Only I sure did love the way she danced | |
Oh, come now | |
PreacherWhere this flesh begins to spoil | |
You know I think these young | |
Are done and have seen their day | |
But I should remove their tongues | |
Of curse and cast away? | |
Oh, this dirty game | |
I playLong- | |
Arm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
Long-Arm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaThese good boys never get a chance | |
Long-Arm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
Long-Arm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaThese good boys never get a chance |
Oh, come now father dear | |
And turn this blood to choice | |
You know I think these young | |
Are spent and have seen their day | |
My back bares the scars of work | |
While my sweat has cut the cost | |
If my word to | |
God isn' t bonded | |
Then I' ll be damned to say | |
Babe, this can' t be so bad | |
Only I sure did love the way she danced | |
Oh, come now | |
PreacherWhere this flesh begins to spoil | |
You know I think these young | |
Are done and have seen their day | |
But I should remove their tongues | |
Of curse and cast away? | |
Oh, this dirty game | |
I playLong | |
Arm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
LongArm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaThese good boys never get a chance | |
LongArm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
LongArm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaThese good boys never get a chance |
Oh, come now father dear | |
And turn this blood to choice | |
You know I think these young | |
Are spent and have seen their day | |
My back bares the scars of work | |
While my sweat has cut the cost | |
If my word to | |
God isn' t bonded | |
Then I' ll be damned to say | |
Babe, this can' t be so bad | |
Only I sure did love the way she danced | |
Oh, come now | |
PreacherWhere this flesh begins to spoil | |
You know I think these young | |
Are done and have seen their day | |
But I should remove their tongues | |
Of curse and cast away? | |
Oh, this dirty game | |
I playLong | |
Arm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
LongArm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaThese good boys never get a chance | |
LongArm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
LongArm, you liar | |
Go run home to | |
MamaThese good boys never get a chance |