Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slow Scorch, artist - Gruntruck. Album song Push, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 28.12.2008
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
Slow Scorch |
| Pigs on the road, yeah, they’ll only snooze |
| While people in cars pass the day |
| One thing that’s sure you know we don’t really need |
| Punching the clock until knuckles bleed |
| Clock on the wall is growing roots and leaves |
| Don’t let in sun, yeah, don’t let me breathe |
| Little candle hoppers are sent by the sea |
| Flickering ceases our punch, punching |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Well, what you gonna do |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Well, what you gonna do |
| Raised in wild hills in a valley of stars |
| Covered little faces, both wooded and sharp |
| Time-bomb taxis, well they sit and wait |
| Driver’s got a gun and says this is the place |
| Does it feel right? |
| (Well, this halo’s too tight) |
| Can you move it? |
| (I don’t think that I’ll try) |
| Does it feel right? |
| (Can I get out alive) |
| Does it scare you? |
| (I'm as dead as a dog) |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Well, what we gonna do |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Well, what we gonna do |
| Does it feel right? |
| (Yeah, slow scorching down) |
| Does it feel right? |
| (Yeah, slow scorching down) |
| Does it feel right? |
| (Yeah, slow scorching down) |
| Does it feel right? |
| (Punch punching, punch punching) |
| Does it feel right? |
| Well, we never fought more |
| Know our head, yeah, that was nothing every single noon |
| We gotta get out while the going is good, yeah |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Punch punching, punch punching (Yeah, slow scorching down) |
| Sheep’s on the road, yeah, they’ll hardly snooze |
| While people in cars pass the day |
| One thing that’s sure you know she don’t really need |
| Punching the clock until knuckles bleed |
| Clock on the wall is growing roots and leaves |
| Don’t let in sun, yeah, don’t let me breathe |
| Little candle hoppers are sent by the sea |
| Flickering ceases our punch, punching |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Well, what we gonna do |
| Yeah, slow scorching down |
| Well, what we gonna do |
| Does it feel right? |
| (Yeah, slow scorching down) |
| Can you move it? |
| (Yeah, slow scorching down) |
| Does it feel right? |
| (Yeah, slow scorching down) |
| Can you move it? |
| (Punch punching, punch punching) |