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Leather.head - Hordes şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Leather.head

albüm: Hordes


Good morning, madness
I woke up on the wrong side of history again
I see you sat there in the corner
Hiding from all the hordes at the border
A pack of dogs, a flock of birds, a horde of people
It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming home!
See, I did one of those DNA tests online
And it turns out it's not your home, it's mine
And I hear your dog whistle
It's a flatulent squeak
And I wake up to the sound of another door slamming shut
Head in the sand, dick in hand
All the throbbing hours piled up in a heap
When I was your age
I had streets in my name
How is pretty is your past?
Frantically fumble your away along that filthy rope
And find it tied to your ankle
Lifting and dragging at the exact same time
In this ever twisting space
And I'll take my place
In a long history of bad men
And I'll empty the country
Light them up on the beach
I'll give a measure of your pity
Out there in the heat

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