Cover di Tomahawk

Tomahawk
Album - 30 ottobre 2001 - Debaser id 21686

di Tomahawk

Flashback
The dolls, the hide and seek
We dreamed of better things
In the tall weeds
I rolled with you
Flashback
Silhouette of the memory
You're eyes are getting heavy
And when I speak
You sleep on cue
3, 2, 1
Did they make you wear a dress did they
Held you down and tickled you did they
Did they laugh and make you watch did they
They wish they had a little girlie
Come closer take a look inside
Flashback
Blueprints have been erased
Matchbooks, butterflies, mornings
The grass was wet
I rolled with you
Flashback
Tentecles of my spirit grow
Sit back, relax and hope
The second time ain't like the first
I'm a schoolboy why don't you teach me
Bend over and we'll hush the squealing
Put on the mask and dance for Daddy
Wait for the world to say it's sorry
You show me yours, I'll show you mine
Flashback, flashback
Listen to the song my blood is singing
Listen to the song my blood is drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin' at you
Il tuo voto:
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride
Eagles swirl and they pick up the bones
I'll shut you down like a bank on a Sunday
The engine has no stories to tell
Because there's no-one to tell 'em to
The last drugstore has sold the very last pill
Out on the road and I am high enough, thumb's up
You're pullin' over, gonna pick me up, shut up!
The rusty wiper blades move along, in song
Having a lonely body in your car, shut up
My piece is in your ear
Movin' fast, thinkin' clear
I'll squeeze if you don't steer
And follow the line straighter!
You are the bullet, I am the gun, I won
Screw on the silencer and have some fun
Grey highway, deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride
Treading water in an ocean of champagne
You blow a sparkplug when you see a drop of blood
And how many joyrides will it take
The sombre spasms habouring
Those pulsing neon hangovers, hang me
It's Friday night, I'm gonna fuck or fight, that's right
This time all I need is one more ride, shut up!
I'm car-jacking on a fine spring afternoon
Don't kid a kidder, don't shit a bullshitter
I'm hotter than the crack you're cookin' up, heat up
I'm colder than the smack you're jackin' up, shut up!
I'm a balloon and I am losin' air, beware
Squeek, ah, squeek
There's blood on me!
Grey highway, deserting me
Hitchhiking, a pair of high-beams coming my way
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride
Hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride, hitch a ride...
Il tuo voto:
We all know our place
Like the trophy in the case
We are never known
The wallpaper in the room
We all know the joys
See the beauty of our toy
We are not your song
Elevator, shopping malls
We all want what's free
'Cause we have no memory
We are coming home
We know we are not alone
Sir! Yes sir!
[repeat]
We are not the ones
Who will take away your guns
We are not too late
Also transindental pain
We will win the fight
With explosive dynamite
You are never wrong
Like the people in your palm
We will not resist
Simplify it with a kiss
We want victory
Fresh puffed-up celebrity
We all want what's free
'Cause we have no memory
We are coming home
We know we are not alone
Sir! Yes sir!
[repeat]
The best of everything is good enough for me, 'nough for me
We are not the the ones
Who will take away your sons
We are not afraid
Of a splattering of brains
We won't let them go
With a touch of (?) makes a crime
We see from above
Send a mushroom cloud of love
We salute
We even speak the truth
Shoot a victim man
'Tis a sacrificial lamb
We all want what's free
'Cause we have no memory
We are coming home
We know we are not alone
Il tuo voto:
Jockstrap. You rap.
G-string. I sing.
Jockstrap. You rap.
G-string. I sing.
Step right up, place your bet
Steeplechase, notice me
I need skin for dancin' in
You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch
High in the saddle
Make my backbone itch
And my tongue will train ya
Like a lash from a whip
I'm here, take a bow
And my tongue will feed ya
Like a lash from a whip
And i'll give you cuts
I won't need you to spit
And if you can't touch my cradle
How do you win?
Because baby, no one's shamed particularly
I dont beat you
But you can stop spreading horse shit
'Cause I'm here to take your fall
I need skin for dancin' in
I know, stop me
Send in the show
I came sharp, clean, smoking
I need you to
Watch me, watch them, watch the future
'Cause I won't hold your pan for you
I pull (teeth?), pull with your might
I'm back, push that geezer for me
Can't you
Can't you level with him?
Catch me
Behind the scene
Hello, you're nice
Better delays
To laugh the days
Know what?
You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch
High in the saddle
I've got the hard-on itch
And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch
And I'll break your fall
Jockstrap. You rap.
G-string. I sing.
You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch
High in the saddle
Make my backbone itch
And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch
And I'm here to break your fall
Il tuo voto:
Chew it! Chew it! Chew it to spit it out
Spewing your beings
Chew on history with you
Bloodhound, nose to the ground
Hunting the big game, I'm through
And I want to be more than a stomach on four legs
It's true
So drain me, embalm me
I'm moving to a higher venue
Up the food chain
Up on two
Eat the sky
Stand up straight
On hind legs and cry
Chew it! Chew it! Chew it to spit it out!
And now that I'm standing
Nervous organs dangling from you
I'm blushing like red-roses
The earth is my whorehouse
My zoo
Chew it! Chew it! Chew it!
Spit it out!
Squeeze your mothers neck
'Til the kicking stops
The memories stop
Chew it, chew it, chew it to spit it out! [X4]
[repeat]
Chew it! Chew it! Chew it!
Spit it out!
Il tuo voto:
Been shanghaied down in Laredo
The sunshine sticks to the dusty floor
I'm listenin' for the pay phone
A flask rolls in through a hole in the screen door
The cat's in the bag and the bag's in the river
[repeat]
Guess you found out that you can't hold your liquor
Keep your eyes shut, it'll go down quicker
The cat's in the bag and the bag's in the river, now
Stolen from a shoebox
Those sweet snapshots
Blackmail on rocks
Nickels on a squirt gun
The jailbirds sing at the crack of dawn
We got records, they're locked in my head
I gotta a feelin' this deal has gone bad
The cat's in the bag and the bag's in the river
[repeat]
Well, put it in the car, got revenge in my liver
Just pass the sign, outside the city limit
The cat's in the bag and the bag's in the river, now
Stolen from a shoebox
Those sweet snapshots
Blackmail on the rocks
Laredo
Laredo
The cat's in the bag and the bag's in the river
[repeat]
Well, put it in the car, got revenge in my liver
Just pass the sign, outside the city limit
The cat's in the bag and the bag's in the river, now
Stolen from a shoebox
Those sweet snapshots
Blackmail on rocks
Il tuo voto:
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