Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desperate Pleasures, artist - Every Time I Die. Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Desperate Pleasures |
| Wheel out your god, these are desperate times |
| Talk to your mother, these are desperate times |
| Dance with your lover, these are desperate times |
| Surrender yourself, these are desperate times |
| Wheel out your god, these are desperate times |
| Talk to your mother, these are desperate times |
| Dance with your lover, these are desperate times |
| Surrender yourself, these are desperate times |
| Wheel out your god, these are desperate times |
| Talk to your mother, these are desperate times |
| Dance with your lover, these are desperate times |
| Surrender yourself, these are desperate times |
| Fight for their lives, fight for their lives |
| The hopeless are useless in desperate times |
| You got it bad? |
| Try having passion |
| Try still believing that some good will happen |
| Though nothing ever has |
| And nothing ever will |
| 'Cause nothing ever can |
| It’s almost unbearable |
| Honestly? |
| Terrible |
| We’re in the golden age of bastards |
| We’re living in the golden age of bastards, bastards |
| Despairing is painless and peace is a lie |
| You should try loving man while fucking hating mankind |
| It rips you apart |
| You got an atheist praying for judgement day |
| Enough to make an atheist pray for judgement day |
| The great American sob story |
| A sad S.O.B story |
| A holy man who kills what cannot be saved |
| At war with a villain, you can’t call a truce |
| You put down your weapon but now he’s got two |
| A liar’s a liar, take him at his word |
| Forever rebelling against the absurd |
| The world made us sick |
| How can it heal us? |
| The world made us sick |
| How can it heal us? |
| The world made us sick |
| How can it heal us? |
| The world made us sick |
| How can it heal us? |
| We can not be saved |
| By the men digging graves |
| We can not be saved |
| By the men digging graves |
| In desperate times, desperate times |
| Hey, look on the bright side |
| There’s nowhere but up from a canyon in hell |
| Look on the bright side |
| There’s nowhere but up from a canyon in hell |