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歌手:The Mars Volta
歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com
How much do you make
in that death factory?
Severance hold in the chamber of revolvers
Empty jails fall from my scalp
shake the glove and let me out
Still I can remember the day
that they took you from me
Seems like Ive been running
from your trenchant memory
Harpsichord will warn me when its over
Cause if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
Cause I dont want to tar feathers instead of rags
Instead of rags
When do I get to see the body preserved inside this brim?
sewn on the lips were her last words
Ill be damned, I can still hear her laughing
Your angels have tangled their breasts again
the comfort of doubt, still it keeps you thin
And still I can remember the day that they took you from me
Seems like Ive been running
from your trenchant memory
Harpsichord will warn me when its over
Cause if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
Cause I dont want to tar feathers instead of rags
Instead of rags
Does your temperature ache?
Is your glass about to break?
Are you purple with currant?
Will you now become the serpent?
Gordian knots in the powerlines
starts to feel so empty with pesticide
Like the pharaohs of old
bury me in gold
Will your sun refuse to bite
in the Stockholm city that we provide?
If your heart does cease to speak
my fingernail claw will make your chalkboard sing
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- How much do you make
in that death factory?
Severance hold in the chamber of revolvers
Empty jails fall from my scalp
shake the glove and let me out
Still I can remember the day
that they took you from me
Seems like Ive been running
from your trenchant memory
Harpsichord will warn me when its over
Cause if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
Cause I dont want to tar feathers instead of rags
Instead of rags
When do I get to see the body preserved inside this brim?
sewn on the lips were her last words
Ill be damned, I can still hear her laughing
Your angels have tangled their breasts again
the comfort of doubt, still it keeps you thin
And still I can remember the day that they took you from me
Seems like Ive been running
from your trenchant memory
Harpsichord will warn me when its over
Cause if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
Cause I dont want to tar feathers instead of rags
Instead of rags
Does your temperature ache?
Is your glass about to break?
Are you purple with currant?
Will you now become the serpent?
Gordian knots in the powerlines
starts to feel so empty with pesticide
Like the pharaohs of old
bury me in gold
Will your sun refuse to bite
in the Stockholm city that we provide?
If your heart does cease to speak
my fingernail claw will make your chalkboard sing