Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spooks, artist - Dance Gavin Dance. Album song Downtown Battle Mountain II, in the genre Пост-хардкорDate of issue: 07.03.2011
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Spooks |
| Fool, your word means shit |
| My eyes, they wander |
| Not a lotta shit left to break inside the mind of acid-whore |
| Swallowing your sister’s nightstand |
| Might cover up the clogging pores |
| The sound of Master Blaster’s tank weapon gun addon, I believe |
| Every single little child can benefit from smoking weed |
| You’re filling your pockets with my bones |
| Filling your pockets |
| Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways |
| Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways |
| I don’t know much about computers |
| But I know that you look like a child abuser |
| Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways |
| Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways |
| Sideways, sideways |
| Move in, take what’s not yours, take what I worked for |
| Slow down, stop me now, you’re tearing apart my soul |
| And lately we should be making me |
| The best type of record for wasting, please |
| Amazing bark is getting dark |
| You know that I know, can ride the arc |
| And lately we should be making me |
| The present elect is a burning tree |
| And you know that I know that I can’t be me |
| So I can be you, and well, you can be me |
| I’m a T.O.Y F.O.R you, on my pleasure principle |
| We keep it on the down low, 'cause public eyes are sensible |
| There ain’t no outcome without the illusion |
| That I let you in the first place |
| Girl, you know what we’re doin', this is dirty sex |
| Back seats, over the tables, under the sheets |
| At the workplace, on the beach, in the hammock where I sleep |
| I know it’s your birthday, but could you call me up at 3:30? |
| Damn, okay, where do you want to meet? |
| 'Cause I know the lonely road it took to get there |
| And I believed, I believed it at your lonely word |
| Well, I knew the lonely road it took to get there |
| Yeah, I believed, I believed it in your lost words |
| Well, I know the only road it takes to get there |
| And I only feel it now because I’ve been there |
| And I know the lonely road it takes to get there |
| And I only feel it now because I’ve been there |
| Slow down, stop me now, you’re tearing apart my soul |
| Move in, take what’s not yours, take what I worked for |
| (Lame as well as boring, lame as well as boring) |
| A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound |
| Capitalize when you dumb it down |
| You defect and I’ll be raging on top of my car |
| You defect and I’ll be passed out, covered in tar |
| A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound |
| Capitalize when you dumb it down |
| A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound |
| Capitalize when you dumb it down |