Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bleach Music , by - Direct Hit!. Song from the album Wasted Mind, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 23.06.2016
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Bleach Music |
| I got a feeling that I can’t let go |
| All the parasites I can’t get rid of, I know |
| Using bleach’ll work, I’ll go real slow |
| Just pour a bit out on the grout, so white it’ll glow |
| Before I knew I’d spend a day |
| Hands and knees all bleeding on the floor in the same way |
| Everyone who sees me thinks that I’m insane |
| But they’re the kind who just distract me from the game I play |
| And I won’t stop living 'til I’m dead |
| Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head |
| Oh you know they’re my hours and they’re not yours to spend? |
| My condition keeps you up at night |
| Just a minute, if you can’t wait, turn out the light |
| Got some work to do, not done 'til it’s right |
| By standard that I set that most consider too high |
| I’ve a question you can’t answer too: |
| Explain what makes your method better? |
| What makes me a fool? |
| Everyone who sees me thinks that I’m insane |
| I guess I just expect from you the same |
| And I won’t stop living 'til I’m dead |
| Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head |
| Oh, you know, they’re hours and they’re not yours to spend |
| There’s an image in our head that we need made real |
| And we’ll clean, pick skin 'til we can’t quite feel |
| The burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we’ve done |
| Acid tends to fucking do that when it’s poured on someone |
| Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain |
| Not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyway |
| Clean and new’s the mean, and you are seen as who’s to blame |
| I got a feeling I’m already in hell |
| All the parasites are under my skin I can tell |
| Using bleach’ll work, I’ll go real slow |
| Just pour a bit 'til they crawl out, white as the snow |
| Before I knew I’d spent a day on hands and knees |
| All bleeding on the floor in the same way |
| Everyone who sees it knows that I’m insane |
| And I apologize, I’m too distracted by the game I play |
| There’s an image in our head that we need made real |
| And we’ll clean, pick skin 'til we can’t quite feel |
| The burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we’ve done |
| Acid tends to fucking do that when it’s poured on someone |
| Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain |
| Not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyway |
| Clean and new’s the mean, and you are seen as who’s to blame |
| And I won’t stop living 'til I’m dead |
| Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head |
| Oh you know they’re my hours and they’re not yours to spend? |