Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deathcock, artist - Broken Social Scene. Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Song language: English
Deathcock |
| Trouble, my trouble, it’s death |
| Sounds like disease with regret |
| A vacuum’s heart or out bits |
| Delicate seizures and all the rest |
| Trouble, my trouble, mourir |
| Left my lungs with the fear |
| Test patterns on the air |
| I killed you, I did it, my dear |
| There’s a common law |
| Trouble, my trouble, it’s death |
| Skin like a sidewalk that left |
| Desperate cum is in our bed |
| A little while, I failed you at best |
| (I failed you at best) |
| (I failed you at best) |
| Of course, silence’s gonna cost a little |
| I like shadows in my sleep |
| Coming in here, caught yourself on the fast you said |
| «Comments are gorgeous, please don’t speak» |
| I decide who lives in my best room |
| I got windows to protect my breed |
| Put down your spirit and tell me that there’s something desirable for you in me |
| (That's it) |
| Mourir, mourir |
| Mourir, mourir |
| You were never supposed to go and love and ditch us by the corpse (Mourir, |
| mourir) |
| Some signs, some sections, and our favorite eskimo (Mourir, mourir) |
| And ow long has it been since your dad locked that door? |
| (Mourir, mourir) |
| Set your piss on fire and let it all go (Mourir, mourir) |
| Mourir, mourir |
| Mourir, mourir |
| Mourir, mourir |
| Mourir, mourir |
| Mourir, mourir |