Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pretty Dirty, artist - Every Time I Die. Album song Gutter Phenomenon, in the genre Хардкор
Date of issue: 12.06.2006
Record label: Ferret
Song language: English
Pretty Dirty |
The great American mischief has muted our hearts |
And our rhythms are met |
With the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars |
It’s all but too much |
So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved |
Everybody get fed up |
My baby better get high cause |
I’ve got something that I need to confess |
The dead men talking are longing |
For so much more than simply the obvious |
Cut us off |
We’re suffering, hysterical |
Lighting the flare from the foot of her bed |
I’ve been begging you for less mercy than this |
But the only thing you need to know |
Is that you never wanted to know |
Take it off, take it back |
Or take cover 'cause we’re nearing a nerve |
Dead is wasted on the patient |
So make haste and head for the wake |
Now the hornets inhabit the hearts we’ve abandoned |
We all are gone |
Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses |
And dance straight through the psalm |
I was right all along |
I’m dead, in the water |
Don’t come for me |
I was once alive in the desert’s eyes on the day it wed the sea |
I drew a chalk outline of your city |
I hushed the sobs in your halls |
But we both know that it’s killer |
Baby he will outrun 'em all |
There is so much shame in how little we’ve gained for so long |
Now the sky is falling |
And you’re just repeating everything I say |
And you’re not listening close enough |
It’s a catastrophe |
You have not been concentrating |
Pay attention there will be an exam |
Build an ark |
Build an ark |
Come bring us back to the ruin |
Drifting out of our heads |
Taped off the sky above your city |
Dusted for prints on the chapel wall |
But we all know that it’s killer |
Baby I will outrun 'em all |