歌曲 | Tommy |
歌手 | Portugal. The Man |
专辑 | Waiter: "You Vultures" |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Tommy was a preacher’s son | |
Now he's running through the jungle "yes sir!" | |
Fingers cold and fire | |
When you get so tired and we're so tired | |
Lazing back in this desert | |
Waitin’ for that sunny day | |
Tommy was a preacher’s son | |
Now he's running through the streets sellin’ up that cocaine | |
Those fires will get ya | |
When you get too tired and we're so tired | |
Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in | |
Well I met three men with friends in office | |
Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles | |
Our boots come alive in this mud and this shit "Life is hard to fill with teeth that bite and eat up our fears" | |
Through August fall of ‘69 | |
Jesus had birthed him | |
He spoke in guns through crippled sheets | |
For Jesus had birthed him | |
Sugar cubes fingernails worming snakes that built the fire |
Tommy was a preacher' s son | |
Now he' s running through the jungle " yes sir!" | |
Fingers cold and fire | |
When you get so tired and we' re so tired | |
Lazing back in this desert | |
Waitin' for that sunny day | |
Tommy was a preacher' s son | |
Now he' s running through the streets sellin' up that cocaine | |
Those fires will get ya | |
When you get too tired and we' re so tired | |
Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in | |
Well I met three men with friends in office | |
Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles | |
Our boots come alive in this mud and this shit " Life is hard to fill with teeth that bite and eat up our fears" | |
Through August fall of ' 69 | |
Jesus had birthed him | |
He spoke in guns through crippled sheets | |
For Jesus had birthed him | |
Sugar cubes fingernails worming snakes that built the fire |
Tommy was a preacher' s son | |
Now he' s running through the jungle " yes sir!" | |
Fingers cold and fire | |
When you get so tired and we' re so tired | |
Lazing back in this desert | |
Waitin' for that sunny day | |
Tommy was a preacher' s son | |
Now he' s running through the streets sellin' up that cocaine | |
Those fires will get ya | |
When you get too tired and we' re so tired | |
Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in | |
Well I met three men with friends in office | |
Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles | |
Our boots come alive in this mud and this shit " Life is hard to fill with teeth that bite and eat up our fears" | |
Through August fall of ' 69 | |
Jesus had birthed him | |
He spoke in guns through crippled sheets | |
For Jesus had birthed him | |
Sugar cubes fingernails worming snakes that built the fire |