Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morricone Dancehall, artist - Burning Airlines. Album song Identikit, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: DeSoto
Song language: English
Morricone Dancehall |
| Is this the body you were last found living in? |
| What you bury has a way of blossoming |
| All that bitterness in bloom on your skin |
| And the fiction cruelly continuing: |
| Slick surrogate to get to the bottom of everything |
| The detective sings |
| Bedridden in the far west wing |
| And all the aces are wired |
| And all forces conspire in this brutal bed |
| Without the body |
| There is no crime |
| Doctors all dance at your bedside now |
| No cure that medicine will allow |
| Shame! |
| Sexless and the air’s even belligerent |
| Counting down your senses |
| Sucking on cigarettes |
| Turning and burning on the spit where you spin |
| With the fiction cruelly continuing |
| Everything’s true when nobody is listening |
| The detective sings |
| Bedridden in the far west wing |
| And all the aces are wired |
| And all forces conspire in this brutal bed |
| Without the body |
| There is no crime |
| Heeled-up here |
| Unhealed |
| In twenty-to-fifty skin |
| Sealed up here |
| Some story that ends without loose ends |
| Doctors all dance at your bedside now |
| No cure that medicine will allow |
| Without the body |
| There is no crime |
| Without the body |
| There is no crime |