Paroles Sighs Of The Curator de The Kite Eating Tree

The Kite Eating Tree
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de The Kite Eating Treeloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: The Kite Eating Tree56973
  • Chanson: Sighs Of The Curator
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

Sighs Of The Curator de Kite Eating Tree (The)

Set your wingtips on your soapbox. Keep your conscience on my stashbox. (They'll print your face on money) Put your jackboots on my voice box. Keep them focused on hollow subplots. (They'll print your...

Trailer Load A Money de Vybz Kartel

[Intro:] Avalanche mi no born rich But mi nah dead poor And if u really know me U otta know by now [Verse 1:] Mi nah mek mummy suffer Wen she tell me sey she broke that greave me Because mi watch har a raise...

Bullshit Broadcast de Conflict

You don't care about people's thoughts. You probe into the mind, then you haunt What you print, people believe, complicating lives, what the fuck does that achieve? Now you're looking for some news,...

We Tried We Failed de Justin Posey

I cannot believe the card You hold in your sleeve Is not the one with my face Your words are treacherous They drag me into the Spiderwebs that you've laid Ba ba da ba ba ba I think I'm one of a kind...

P.T.L. (We Want Your Money) de Mucky Pup

I know there's people out there And things just keep looking Worse and worse for you One step up And three steps back You're in a dead end With no reverse Well I'm here to tell you there's Help, hope...

Textes et Paroles de Sighs Of The Curator



Set your wingtips on your soapbox.
Keep your conscience on my stashbox.
(They'll print your face on money)
Put your jackboots on my voice box.
Keep them focused on hollow subplots.
(They'll print your face on money)

Give them something to wave, something to shoot,
something well thought-out to refute.
They want to see if we're brave or just empty boots.
When the pig flies blind, double check for your name on the chute.

This is everything we've got.
(We're going nowhere)
The lies you tell yourself are the last ones caught.

Package scapegoats.
Smoke and stage lights
show us slit throat
to get the checks signed.
(They'll print your face on money)
There's no devil.
No evil sublime.
Only pennies
for the porcine.
(They'll print your face on money)

Give them shadows to blame,
shadows to shoot,
slogans sharp as a Sunday suit.
They're gonna keep us afraid
and eager to prove
that a place in line's worth a wink and a wave at the truth.

(They'll print your face on money)
Set your wingtips on your soapbox.
Put your jackboots on my voice box.
You're on your own.

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons