This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk Though, look what it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk Though, look what it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end There's a room for the trouble and there's lovers to be had Those walls will make sinners out of such lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And in the anomaly, you'll slip into familiar ways And we're Forever unfulfilled And can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead men's eyes Forever unfulfilled And can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead men's eyes The more you open your mouth, the more you're forcing performance And all the attention is leading me to feel important (Completely obnoxious, completely obnoxious now) Now that we're here, we may as well go too far Wringling around in incidents you won't forget There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue And we're struggling with the notion that it's life, not film This house is a circus, berserk as fuck (We're forever unfulfilled) We tend to see that as a perk (and can't think why) Though, look what it's done to your friends Their memories are pretend (like a search for murder clues) And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Three-hundred and fifty, "no, thank yous" and nobody flinches Go on, girl, go on, give us something gruesome We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves As they're trying to rob the words from her gob and Take the source of the innocence If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Can't you sense she was never meant to fill column inches Ain't you had enough? What you're trying to dig up Isn't there to be dug, the thieves help the thugs As they're trying to beat the good grace of a sweetheart Out to the point she'll comply And why leave her on her own? If I'd have known then I wouldn't have said it I wouldn't have said it if I would have known Why leave her on her own? If I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said it I wouldn't have said it if I would have known There's a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are And our attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that far But I don't know what it is that they want I don't know what it is that they want But I haven't got it to give And she hasn't got it to give
@dereklopez6823 Жыл бұрын
Masterpiece
@josegarcia87162 жыл бұрын
La única vez que tocaron algo parecido fue en el Apollo 11