Bushels-Frog Eyes

歌手 : Frog Eyes

专辑 : Tears Of The Valedictorian

语种 : 英语

时长 : 09:13

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TXT Bushels-Frog Eyes 文本歌词

Bushels - Frog Eyes

When he stumbled to his wares

At last a penny laugh who awoke

In the fourth course of the night

Oh when he stumbled to his wares

He said: I'll see you in the morning

And now the night night night night sails in the morning

With his quotas and his bales

He called his sister, he called his mother

He got his father, he scorned his mother

He was what the poor, got a mean mean mean mean

You don't die, you don't die, you don't sing sing sing sing

You don't utilize, eulogize your pains

Though there's a colony in song-oh oh oh oh...

Oh, though, though he had

l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a

Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the

The birch birch back it's swing

Oh, though he had

l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled the

wings off a thousand feathered singing birds oh to give the

earth back it's string

Oh with his collared whip, with the echoing, with the haunted haunted hundred dollar ship

in the holocade, when they altercate in the motorcade with the shield you shade

Oh de-ar I'm proud of your gains

Now with the collared whip, with the vehicle, when you know you know you know you're full of shit

For the love, for the lives, for the black hood it pays you

I'll think off on your gains, Oh oh oh

Oh, though, though he had

l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a

Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the

The birch birch back it's spring, oh oh oh

Oh, though, though he had

l-l-l-l-lot's to do, he pulled a

Fly off it's little wing, oh to give the

The birch birch back it's spring, when he pulled a

Fly, oh offa little wing, oh to give the

Earth back it's radium swing, oh he pulled a

its a five thousand feathered radium wings oh to give give give

the birch back it's spring, oh he pulled a

Flies offa little wing wing wing wing, oh to give the

bir-ch back its swing, oh-oh-uh...

...it's got got to last

But the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last

London is cold, but the wheat wheat wheat's got got to last

When am I going to feel the sting of your sun?

I was a singer, I sang on your heart

I was a singer and I sang on your home...