Fionn Regan
67 Blackout
Put the knife under the flameYou won't feel any painHold this teacloth in your mouth67 blackoutDead donkey in the snowDown by where the ferns growSaw it's spirit leaving south67 blackoutWe went out on the tearAnd we danced the carpets bareWhen I drenched the mid week doubt67 blackout My nerves they got shotI deserved what I gotA left hook in a bout67 blackoutI taped the microphone to the chairAnd sang through the speakerDown the cables I did shout67 blackoutThere's a tape of you talkingLetras de cancionesBuried in an attic somewhereI asked down the main street for itNo one knows a thing about it For a poultice we'll soak some breadThen we'll carry you to bedWith or without67 blackout
From Letras Mania