Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Divorce, artist - Cop Shoot Cop. Album song Release, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.05.2014
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
The Divorce |
She had just busted out of the whorehouse |
And was looking for a drink to celebrate the divorce |
She told 'em she was going out for smokes -- and never looked back |
The sky was bloodshot as she stumbled into the bar |
Sullen eyes lit up like cigarettes |
Cockroaches were gasping for breath |
She selects her poison, brings it to her lips |
A song like drunken sailors from a sunken ship |
She thinks, power comes to them that enjoy the thrill of fear |
A sign says: If you’re looking for answers, you won’t find them here |
Everyone is leaving, all the widows grieving |
Hear the siren laughing, and the truck brakes groaning |
While the subway’s screaming, all the junkies dreaming |
Now the shadow’s falling, is that your lover calling? |
She grinds out cigarette in a souvenir ashtray |
Reaches for the bottle but ther’s nothing left |
Says: Buy me a drink and I’ll tell you a story |
But the bitch at the bar wouldn’t sell you a smile |
She closes her eyes and thinks of a wish she once had |
A dwindling spark of memory |
She wants to wipe it clean -- scrape away the debris |
Can I get you something? |
— it's a man in the periphery |
The car keys in his hand |
She searches her pockets for a match or a reason |
He slams the money on the bar |
They go out to his car |
When you put your hand in your pocket |
Looking for a match or something to say |
Life seems like a rerun |
Everything coming up cliches |
Suicide comes on like a friend |
Seems like the bad times never end |
Close your eyes and think of home |
Movements are slow and tragic |
Solar flares from a dying sun |
Science without the magic |
Children shouldn’t play with guns |
Flashes of pain are fading fast |
Echoes from each subsonic blast |
Close your eyes and think of home… |