Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Great Dane, artist - Cosmo Pyke.
Date of issue: 07.09.2017
Song language: English
Great Dane |
«Difficulty however was always a challenge to William |
And he wanted Joan back, he liked Joan |
She was quiet and shy, and amenable, and dependable |
And he was a god in her eyes» |
There I lay, beside the Great Dane |
A stray in the south, obsessed by your mouth |
And you’ve, been away for the fall |
I’ve barely seen you at all |
Impressions over you blew like Bikini Atoll |
Shallow pain, but it’s not deep down |
Cigarettes while you’re asleep now |
I’ve taken less care, I feel weak now |
You said you was flying to Milan in about a week now |
I don’t mind to reignite the fire |
Besides from that weed we light |
And if you try to ask me why the fact |
That I’ve lied and you’re tired of that |
Well I don’t blame |
I only claim to be in a state that closure was the way |
She exposed my name |
And now I’m supposed to tell you |
All them times and in the place but |
I’m still developing |
Enveloped in the elephant of the room I’m already in |
I don’t give a-, it’s irrelevant |
Been away for the fall |
Barely seen you at all |
You’ve come and see me at school |
And you’ll realize that I’m no fool |
Shallow pain but it’s not deep down |
Cigarettes while you’re asleep now |
When I’m taken less care I feel weak now |
You said you was flying to Ja-, in about a-, h no |
But I don’t mind to reignite the fire |
Besides from that weed we light |
And if you try to ask me why the fact |
That I’ve lied and you’re tired of that |
I don’t blame, I’m only claim |
In a state that closure was the way |
She exposed my name and shame now |
Times is in their place but |
I’m still developing |
Enveloped in the elephant of the room I’m already in |
I don’t give a fuck, it’s irrelevant |
Been away for the fall |
Barely seen you at all |
You come and see me at school |
And you’ll realize that I’m not |
Different girls with the same issues, chains, pearls and tissues |
Would you change if I claimed I miss you |
Words I love you is misused |
A struggle and pissed you, just wanna cuddle and kiss you |
Now I’m double muddled and pissed too |
New dawn, new day |
A reflection of our time, for Pete’s sake |
Generations of mobile phones |
Even though these girls hormones are most unknown |
Implants, at 14, she was lookin fresh apart from her weave |
I prefer natural on girls |
Even when I think about you now I have to gag and hurl |
But not physically |
Think about you with another man it sickens me |
And I’m sure that you haven’t |
Even if you have, then I’m sure that I’d have him |
I said I’m sure that I’d smack him |
Like the end of a party everything stop happenin |
Maybe her brain had mutated |
Even though they’re in the past she be sedated but |
I don’t mind to reignite the fire |
Besides from that weed we light |
And if you try to ask me why |
That I’ve lied and you’re tired of that |
I don’t blame, I only claim to be in a state that closure was the way |
She exposed my name and shame |
And now I’m supposed to tell you all them times and the place but |
I’m still developing |
Enveloped in the elephant of the room I’m already in |
I don’t give a-, it’s irrelevant |
«Miss Eveschon was shattered but she made her way to the background |
The curtains dividing the platform from a whole were drawn |
For no other reason than the Mr. |
Weastonburry enjoyed drawing them back |
The clock struck 8, and Mr. Weastonburry |
With his own inimitable air of providing |
The most important items of the |
evening’s entertainment, drew them back |
Miss Eveschon gave a gasp of horror |
For there on the platform was the wooden table |
The altar she supposed, and on it was Hector |
Her Hector, whom she had left asleep by the fire |
Now spirited here by some infernal means and standing motionless |
Not moving a muscle or twitching a whisker, hypnotized |
And behind the altar was Miss Parend |
Looking more witch-like than ever, hatless |
Her white hair falling about her face |
Wearing a long black coat and leaning on a stick |
Then came the culmination of the horror |
For the witch hobbled to the edge of the platform |
Looked down into the well of the hole |
Fixed her dim lit eye on Miss Eveschon |
And said in a voice that froze the flattering Miss Eveschon» |
(And if you try to ask me why) |
(That I’ve lied and you’re tired of that) |
(I don’t blame) |
(I only claim to be in a state that closure was the way) |