Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Dreams, artist - Electric Six. Album song Fresh Blood For Tired Vampyres, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 06.10.2016
Record label: METROPOLIS
Song language: English
My Dreams |
| Sitting on the tarmac |
| Waiting for the push back |
| Ready to take to the sky like a dove |
| You sitting in the wedding bed |
| Ripping up the contract |
| Another failed attempt at love |
| But I’ma be alright |
| I got some more this night |
| To realize what I’m dreaming of |
| It’s a constant need |
| The need to feed |
| And eat directly from your glove |
| We have lift off or so it seems |
| She a page ripped right from my dreams |
| Shoot all the blockas' with laser beams |
| And watch them fall like dominoes |
| We’re outta luck |
| So grease your body up |
| And fuck, fuck! |
| I said we outta luck |
| So grease your body up |
| And fuck, fuck! |
| I thought we did all right |
| We can go all night |
| Try as you might, you might |
| Decide to whip me like cream |
| Sitting in the Starbucks |
| Greasing up the tear ducts |
| A downpour of tears in my tea |
| Passing on a dirty buck |
| Don’t want to ever get stuck |
| In such mediocrity |
| But I’m living for the night waves |
| Need a girl who behaves |
| This is a club, not a rodeo |
| But I expect too much |
| I should be used to such |
| Complications from the shit show |
| She a vampyre too good to feed |
| Fulfill my needs cuz that’s what I need |
| Watch blockas' run home with blazing speed and self destruct like Nostromo |
| We outta luck |
| So grease your body up |
| And fuck, fuck! |
| I said we outta luck |
| So raise your body up |
| And fuck, fuck! |
| ‘Cuz I’m about this night |
| Is your pussy tight? |
| Try as you might, you might decide to vaporize my dreams |
| Ow! |
| Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck |
| And if you front all my needs |
| Once in a while you got to give it up |
| ‘Cuz I need a vessel for my seeds |
| Show me that’s mine and drink from my cup |
| ‘Cuz time breaks and gets stuck |
| All signs point to hard luck |
| But we make time for the fuck, fuck |
| Then we come to see |
| The smooth enormity |
| It’s not desire so much as greed |
| And we are slaves to a basic need |
| Let fear and fantasy intercede |
| And sink your teeth into the bowl |
| We outta luck |
| So grease your body up |
| And fuck, fuck! |
| I said we outta luck |
| So grease your body up |
| And fuck, fuck! |
| Until the morning light |
| Till we exhaust this night |
| And mix the gin with Sprite |
| Lets make you share my fantasy |
| AwYeah! |