Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Fatima Mansions, TheНазвание : The White Knuckle ExpressДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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This truck stop: rancid gravy A man with no hands waving and the dog `round my leg bumps and grinds It rains for miles out there on mud and tar and still air and the fungus-lined gap between stinking towns Pork-Eyes got him a brand new hand He`s gonna grasp you He won`t ask you and he`ll tell you it`s all your fault CHORUS: The cup runneth over, your jaws to bless on the white-knuckle express She is [grace?] naked, I cannot see her face She slides across me I am wearing a collar and a tie We`re tuneful, cute and giving See, that`s how we make our living In a hall full of corpses, we`d smile and bounce on Some say it`s aimless bullshit but they come from big houses and budgets and, although I don`t look it, I`m getting really fucking old Pork-Eyes, in the presence of a sweet young girl: He`s gonna spill you, it better thrill you, or he`ll tear this place apart Pork-Eyes! We`re going up! Feet-first, feet-first! and the legend on that girl`s thigh reads "Love = Hurt = Hate"--CHORUS Pork-Eyes, he will stroke your long hair tenderly in all the waterfront bars where the wine and hollow talk-of-men will muffle things that really, really are and you`ll go back to your room with him on your healthy sandalled feet to come out minutes later, bleeding, torn above, torn underneath... | Похожие исполнители:
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