Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Through & Through & Through, artist - Cancer Bats. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Through & Through & Through |
| I’m the Berlin Wall, I’m a communist |
| You’re a wreckin' ball in a summer dress |
| You’re the horizon line, I’m the last sunset |
| I might be goin' down, but I’m not set yet |
| I’m as white as a ghost, diggin' foolish gold |
| I will man my post, but I won’t do as I’m told |
| Got a purple heart from a bloody war |
| Can’t take it anymore, more, more |
| They say that good things come to those who wait |
| If you snooze then you lose |
| So don’t (h-h-h-) hesitate |
| Outta sight, outta mind, outta luck, outta wine |
| Don’t you say that I’m out of my fuckin' mind |
| I’ve been talking trash but it ain’t my fault |
| Every time I move somebody’s in my spot |
| They say that good things come to those who wait |
| If you snooze then you lose |
| So don’t (h-h-h-) hesitate |
| (You've got nowhere to go) |
| I know, I know, I know |
| (It's only you and me) |
| Oh but good things come in threes |
| You be April Stevens, I’ll be April Wine |
| You be Israel, I will be Palestine |
| Come on «Teach Me Tiger», come on and show me tricks |
| Let me take my time and take a couple lazy licks |
| (Are you feelin' blue?) |
| Through and through and through |
| (Where we find you now?) |
| Around, around, around |
| All the dirty blondes, playin' blue-eyed soul |
| You won’t hear our songs on your radio |
| Every note we sing can’t be solid gold |
| Every boy can’t be Romeo |
| They say that good things come |
| To those who wait |
| Good things come |
| If you take the bait |
| At a rummage sale |
| (At the Sally Ann!) |
| Everything is cheap |
| Love should last a life |
| (Or at least a year) |
| But it lasts a week |
| I’m the Berlin Wall |
| (And that ain’t all) |
| I’m a total mess |
| You’re a wrecking ball |
| (I'm a wrecking ball) |
| In a summer dress |
| (Are you feelin' blue?) |
| Through and through and through |
| (Where we find you now?) |
| Around, around, around |
| All the dirty blondes, playin' blue-eyed soul |
| On the radio |
| I can’t take it anymore, more, more |