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《Live At the Apocalypse Cabaret》歌词

所属专辑: Crimes (Bonus Track Version) 歌手: The Blood Brothers 时长: 03:12
Live At the Apocalypse Cabaret

[00:00:01] Live At The Apocalypse Cabaret

[00:00:01] The Blood Brothers

[00:00:02] Enjoy it join me

[00:00:02] Scarecrow, you ruined me.

[00:00:05] Now I've caught my hands in the death machine.

[00:00:10] They fed my children to the lions;

[00:00:13] They made me watch it on the television.

[00:00:15] Scarecrow, with your blackbird wives,

[00:00:19] I was promised you'd come and save my life.

[00:00:23] They chased me down with the farmer's son,

[00:00:27] Bashed our brains out with an oil drum.

[00:00:30] The cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neck ties...

[00:00:38] But scarecrow, I'm still alive.

[00:00:40] Who sewed me back together to watch the whole world writhe?

[00:00:45] Watch me stumble on the cobblestones.

[00:00:48] Mothers, grab your children, here comes the town drunk.

[00:00:51] Scarecrow, they took my wife.

[00:00:54] They tied her to an oak in a field of rye.

[00:00:59] They flood the field with kerosene;

[00:01:02] As the moths ate the flames their faces beamed.

[00:01:05] The bald-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neck ties..

[00:01:18] And the Graveyard Ship flies over us.

[00:01:24] The celebrity host walks the plank.

[00:01:29] The verse of the day is, Baby heads planted in the ground don't make baby trees. Thank you, goodnight.

[00:01:41] Scarecrow, did you hear about the priest

[00:01:44] They found jerking off in the confession booth?

[00:01:48] His collar spinning like a top

[00:01:51] He looked so pathetic crying to the cops.

[00:01:54] Scarecrow, did you hear about the man who locked his daughter

[00:02:01] In the basement for 12 years?

[00:02:03] They dragged her out of the house to the hungry audience.

[00:02:09] The cross-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny neck ties.

[00:02:16] The bald-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny noose ties.

[00:02:22] The wild-eyed map of the afterlife is knitting tiny death lies.