Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paper Covers Rock , by - AM Taxi. Song from the album We Don't Stand a Chance, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 26.01.2011
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Paper Covers Rock |
| I pray for the worst to hear you bitch about the |
| First real not when the needle hits |
| Your high five’s rolling into a fist |
| «Oh, God! |
| Turn the radio off! |
| He’s getting into this!» |
| And your words |
| They were all that I knew |
| Until I died on page in your year-end review |
| Research you don’t have a clue |
| I learned it all from you |
| You can swear like daggers right before my eyes |
| You can never be sure |
| You can switch to blood when the ink is dry |
| You will never be heard |
| Now I write words like a target and your aim is poor |
| So give me your worst I don’t feel a thing anymore |
| My downward path |
| Don’t you forget to mention |
| You’re selling out tickets to my intervention |
| RSVP you’re a hell of a friend |
| Somehow I’ll still sleep tonight |
| Raised on your dial in a FM hiss |
| Until I died on the air at the top of your list |
| Pointing fingers would you ever have guessed that |
| I learned it all from you |
| You can swear like daggers right before my eyes |
| You can never be sure |
| You can switch to blood when the ink is dry |
| You will never be heard |
| Now I write words like a target and your aim is poor |
| So give me your worst I don’t feel a thing |
| Give your worst I can’t feel a thing anymore |
| They sing it back 'cause we let 'em know that we mean it |
| Eyes glow in the darkest rooms and I’ve seen it |
| I’ve been thee one down in the front believing |
| Believing you were the one |
| You knew the songs I needed |
| It killed me the first time when I saw the headline |
| We’ll play it loud |
| We’re drowning out |
| Your jaded heart tonight |
| I pray for the worst just to hear you bitch about the |
| Last real note that I’ll ever hit |
| Your high five’s rolling into a fist |
| «Oh, God! |
| Turn the radio off! |
| He’s getting into this!» |
| Turn the radio off |
| You can swear like daggers right before my eyes |
| You can never be sure |
| You can switch to blood when the ink is dry |
| You will never be heard |
| Now I write words like a target and your aim is poor |
| So give me your worst I don’t feel a thing |
| Give me your worst I can’t feel a thing |
| Give me your worst I don’t feel a thing anymore |