歌曲 | Chairkickers |
歌手 | Brown Bird |
专辑 | Salt for Salt |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
We fight til we fall, us chairkickers all | |
we cling to these coils and curl in a ball | |
the harbor is teeming with commerce and crime | |
I own only what owns me | |
this place ain’t my home but i’m calling it mine | |
there are cracks in the minds | |
of our own humankind | |
that are leaking out poison and hope | |
which we choose to imbibe | |
is our own to decide | |
be it internal life or the ghost | |
blazes cane lady lively | |
a trail through tiny downtown | |
cane baton twirling wildly | |
mows the mundane all down | |
will the admiral answer | |
when Will and I call? | |
place your bets on the limits | |
of a beast’s appetite | |
and the loser buys all | |
there are cracks in the minds | |
of our own humankind | |
that are leaking out poison and hope | |
which we choose to imbibe | |
is our own to decide | |
be it internal life or the ghost |
We fight til we fall, us chairkickers all | |
we cling to these coils and curl in a ball | |
the harbor is teeming with commerce and crime | |
I own only what owns me | |
this place ain' t my home but i' m calling it mine | |
there are cracks in the minds | |
of our own humankind | |
that are leaking out poison and hope | |
which we choose to imbibe | |
is our own to decide | |
be it internal life or the ghost | |
blazes cane lady lively | |
a trail through tiny downtown | |
cane baton twirling wildly | |
mows the mundane all down | |
will the admiral answer | |
when Will and I call? | |
place your bets on the limits | |
of a beast' s appetite | |
and the loser buys all | |
there are cracks in the minds | |
of our own humankind | |
that are leaking out poison and hope | |
which we choose to imbibe | |
is our own to decide | |
be it internal life or the ghost |
We fight til we fall, us chairkickers all | |
we cling to these coils and curl in a ball | |
the harbor is teeming with commerce and crime | |
I own only what owns me | |
this place ain' t my home but i' m calling it mine | |
there are cracks in the minds | |
of our own humankind | |
that are leaking out poison and hope | |
which we choose to imbibe | |
is our own to decide | |
be it internal life or the ghost | |
blazes cane lady lively | |
a trail through tiny downtown | |
cane baton twirling wildly | |
mows the mundane all down | |
will the admiral answer | |
when Will and I call? | |
place your bets on the limits | |
of a beast' s appetite | |
and the loser buys all | |
there are cracks in the minds | |
of our own humankind | |
that are leaking out poison and hope | |
which we choose to imbibe | |
is our own to decide | |
be it internal life or the ghost |