Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tillary, artist - Drug Church. Album song Cheer, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 01.11.2018
Record label: Pure Noise
Song language: English
Tillary |
| A silly thing it eats at me keeps me up I admit |
| An ugly need you don’t hide I can’t help but to see |
| Gets you hard makes you wet thrilled to talk and to vent |
| Let me know tell me twice and again and again |
| The brutal truth of the thing |
| Is you need to control to feel free |
| Your own life it’s a pit luck is late to each event |
| Job is lame so are friends simple math less than shit |
| Appoint yourself take an oath rally troops affix a lens |
| Letter sent lecture held you’re center stage just for a bit |
| The brutal truth of the thing |
| Is you need to control to feel free |
| No Gods No Masters you sing |
| But you sure love playing police |
| Mr. Officer |
| What are my charges? |
| Mr. Officer |
| I want to speak in my defense |
| Mr. Officer |
| What are my charges? |
| Mr. Officer |
| I need the numbers on your badge |
| I don’t trust you with evidence |
| Your moves and motives they don’t match |
| I want to speak in my defense |