Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Elephants (Boom), artist - Cultfever
Date of issue: 23.01.2017
Song language: English
White Elephants (Boom) |
Crickets, they chirp the secrets in hand of the greatest perpetrators |
Deneuve-ian bust, a clue to the head of the latest cause of chaos |
I’m the north sin |
343 from Les Collegiennes |
Alchemy? |
No. |
A slip of your firm Samaritan grip and your famous draw to neighbors |
You sit up for work, |
bored out into death, you get in on your daughter’s séance |
Now, I’m in your skin |
Your week for the weed in your oxygen |
Alchemy? |
No. |
If you don’t say, I won’t say anything |
I’m supposed to fill you up |
If you don’t say, I won’t say it |
I’m supposed to fill you up |
Now, stoic disturbed, |
suburbia pricked, you’ve amended your taunt of failure |
Boom, boom |
White elephants and Oxycodone |
Boom, boom |
You’d trade it for all the things you’re not |
'Cause I’ve fallen out there |
But I welcome others |
…Out to me |
Oh. |
If you don’t say, I won’t say anything |
I’m supposed to fill you up |
If you don’t say, I won’t say it |
I’m supposed to fill you up |
I’m supposed to free you of your mind |
I’m supposed to free you of your mind |
That’s nothing to let go |
I’m supposed to free you of the good kind |
The kind you write, the kind that you write home |
I’m supposed to free you of the good kind |
The kind you write, the kind that you write home |
I’m supposed to free you of your mind |
That’s nothing to let go |
I’m supposed to free you of the good kind |
The kind you write, the kind that you write home |
Or I’m supposed to fill you up |