Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eight Days Of Hell, artist - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead. Album song So Divided, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Eight Days Of Hell |
Wasting away the better part of the day |
In the bus on the docks of the UK |
We walked down the street on that All Hallows' Eve |
But couldn’t wait to get back to the US of A |
The torture of eight days straight |
Without sight of your face is so frightening, oh bloody hell |
Is hoping to make it straight |
Or find signs of a bite that won’t taste like poison |
In London we played half an hour a day |
For a house full of neds who are wanting us dead |
In Glasgow and Leeds we find signs of relief |
An escape from our grief with a fistful of E’s |
The torture of eight days straight |
Without sight of your face is so frightening, oh bloody hell |
Is hoping to make a way |
To find signs of a bite that won’t taste like poison |
The torture of eight days straight |
Without sight of your face is so frightening, oh bloody hell |
Is hoping to make a way |
To find signs of a bite that won’t taste like poison |
Eight day hell |
You’re in an eight day hell |
You’re in an eight day hell |
You’re in an eight day hell |