歌曲 | Bloodshot (feat. Tom Lyngcoln & Marcus Hobbs) |
歌手 | Pairs |
专辑 | Brief Lesbian |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:01.549] | Bloodshot in a robe |
[00:03.898] | *******s on a phone |
[00:07.194] | Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone |
[00:08.712] | There’s a rattle in my lungs at times, |
[00:10.661] | there’s a shutter now in my spine |
[00:11.678] | But I’m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine |
[00:12.721] | Grafting gaffs to the blood boys |
[00:16.129] | Gripping on to the choice |
[00:17.254] | Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist |
[00:18.431] | Under a grim ****ing sky |
[00:20.823] | I drift past this guy |
[00:22.105] | A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed |
[00:24.136] | Telling the guy on his right |
[00:25.976] | How he just had a root, |
[00:28.369] | from some low hanging fruit |
[00:29.891] | a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling |
[00:31.794] | slurring how he’ll never don a suit |
[00:33.806] | Put a box out for the cats |
[00:35.154] | Put out poison for the rats |
[00:37.605] | Put on a feast for the hungry and we’ll see if it changes the way that they act |
[00:39.948] | Put my name on the door |
[00:43.117] | Collect dust on the floor |
[00:45.821] | Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore |
[00:47.857] | I saved two days, by taking today |
[00:48.903] | Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid |
[00:49.822] | What’s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street |
[00:52.166] | Is that it’s just a symptom of trying to get paid |
[00:53.914] | With holes in the skin |
[00:55.024] | From an apartment doctor’s pin |
[00:57.292] | strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin |
[00:58.819] | Burnt down to an itch |
[00:59.586] | Sewn up by a stitch |
[01:00.207] | Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch |
[01:00.786] | Take me to a town |
[01:01.566] | Where the only farewell is a funeral |
[01:02.856] | For jealousy and shame |
[01:04.199] | You got your small amount fame |
[01:08.737] | Light candles in the bathroom with your **** in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame |
[01:10.099] | Eye **** a bartender as she pours |
[01:12.581] | Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours |
[01:14.257] | Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors |
[01:15.475] | But it is what it is, now isn’t it? |
[01:16.509] | Petty small jab rolls with a work permit |
[01:18.131] | It’s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit |
[01:18.932] | That they’ve tied off with their cheap thrill |
[01:19.009] | A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill |
[01:19.745] | Whilst I climb this **** storming Everest that I’ve made from this tiny little molehill |
[01:20.260] | Take me to a town |
[01:20.887] | Where the only farewell is a funeral |
[00:01.549] | Bloodshot in a robe |
[00:03.898] | s on a phone |
[00:07.194] | Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone |
[00:08.712] | There' s a rattle in my lungs at times, |
[00:10.661] | there' s a shutter now in my spine |
[00:11.678] | But I' m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine |
[00:12.721] | Grafting gaffs to the blood boys |
[00:16.129] | Gripping on to the choice |
[00:17.254] | Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist |
[00:18.431] | Under a grim ing sky |
[00:20.823] | I drift past this guy |
[00:22.105] | A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed |
[00:24.136] | Telling the guy on his right |
[00:25.976] | How he just had a root, |
[00:28.369] | from some low hanging fruit |
[00:29.891] | a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling |
[00:31.794] | slurring how he' ll never don a suit |
[00:33.806] | Put a box out for the cats |
[00:35.154] | Put out poison for the rats |
[00:37.605] | Put on a feast for the hungry and we' ll see if it changes the way that they act |
[00:39.948] | Put my name on the door |
[00:43.117] | Collect dust on the floor |
[00:45.821] | Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore |
[00:47.857] | I saved two days, by taking today |
[00:48.903] | Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid |
[00:49.822] | What' s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street |
[00:52.166] | Is that it' s just a symptom of trying to get paid |
[00:53.914] | With holes in the skin |
[00:55.024] | From an apartment doctor' s pin |
[00:57.292] | strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin |
[00:58.819] | Burnt down to an itch |
[00:59.586] | Sewn up by a stitch |
[01:00.207] | Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch |
[01:00.786] | Take me to a town |
[01:01.566] | Where the only farewell is a funeral |
[01:02.856] | For jealousy and shame |
[01:04.199] | You got your small amount fame |
[01:08.737] | Light candles in the bathroom with your in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame |
[01:10.099] | Eye a bartender as she pours |
[01:12.581] | Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours |
[01:14.257] | Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors |
[01:15.475] | But it is what it is, now isn' t it? |
[01:16.509] | Petty small jab rolls with a work permit |
[01:18.131] | It' s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit |
[01:18.932] | That they' ve tied off with their cheap thrill |
[01:19.009] | A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill |
[01:19.745] | Whilst I climb this storming Everest that I' ve made from this tiny little molehill |
[01:20.260] | Take me to a town |
[01:20.887] | Where the only farewell is a funeral |
[00:01.549] | Bloodshot in a robe |
[00:03.898] | s on a phone |
[00:07.194] | Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone |
[00:08.712] | There' s a rattle in my lungs at times, |
[00:10.661] | there' s a shutter now in my spine |
[00:11.678] | But I' m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine |
[00:12.721] | Grafting gaffs to the blood boys |
[00:16.129] | Gripping on to the choice |
[00:17.254] | Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist |
[00:18.431] | Under a grim ing sky |
[00:20.823] | I drift past this guy |
[00:22.105] | A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed |
[00:24.136] | Telling the guy on his right |
[00:25.976] | How he just had a root, |
[00:28.369] | from some low hanging fruit |
[00:29.891] | a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling |
[00:31.794] | slurring how he' ll never don a suit |
[00:33.806] | Put a box out for the cats |
[00:35.154] | Put out poison for the rats |
[00:37.605] | Put on a feast for the hungry and we' ll see if it changes the way that they act |
[00:39.948] | Put my name on the door |
[00:43.117] | Collect dust on the floor |
[00:45.821] | Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore |
[00:47.857] | I saved two days, by taking today |
[00:48.903] | Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid |
[00:49.822] | What' s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street |
[00:52.166] | Is that it' s just a symptom of trying to get paid |
[00:53.914] | With holes in the skin |
[00:55.024] | From an apartment doctor' s pin |
[00:57.292] | strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin |
[00:58.819] | Burnt down to an itch |
[00:59.586] | Sewn up by a stitch |
[01:00.207] | Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch |
[01:00.786] | Take me to a town |
[01:01.566] | Where the only farewell is a funeral |
[01:02.856] | For jealousy and shame |
[01:04.199] | You got your small amount fame |
[01:08.737] | Light candles in the bathroom with your in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame |
[01:10.099] | Eye a bartender as she pours |
[01:12.581] | Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours |
[01:14.257] | Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors |
[01:15.475] | But it is what it is, now isn' t it? |
[01:16.509] | Petty small jab rolls with a work permit |
[01:18.131] | It' s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit |
[01:18.932] | That they' ve tied off with their cheap thrill |
[01:19.009] | A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill |
[01:19.745] | Whilst I climb this storming Everest that I' ve made from this tiny little molehill |
[01:20.260] | Take me to a town |
[01:20.887] | Where the only farewell is a funeral |