Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eight-Ball, Coroner's Pocket, artist - Hail the Sun. Album song Elephantitis - EP, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 02.07.2012
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
Eight-Ball, Coroner's Pocket |
I get a large euphoria from such a small formula, yeah, yeah |
A little paper on the side will be my ticket to ride, yeah, yeah |
Heavy feeling, refill my way to the sky |
Happy feeling, replacing doubt in my mind |
Doctor’s orders: take some more; |
I’m hearing knocks at the door |
Meddling family, go home; |
I feel much less than before |
So what? |
(Because it) |
Now what? |
(Is an axe) |
Meddling family stay away! |
Meddling family go, go, go- |
Doctor, your patients are here |
Hey, across the counter: |
You’ll quiet down as I slowly get louder! |
Cancer, coma, panic, pills; |
it just doesn’t matter! |
I swallow blackouts |
Formula helping us formulate! |
I still picture all of what happened the day I got locked in my head |
(Soma) |
(Soma) Just get a script! |
(Someone) Needs medicine! |
(Silenced) Up 'til the end! |
(Soma) Just get a script! |
(Someone) Needs medicine! |
(Silenced) Up 'til the end |
(So long) |
And I’m losing my patients! |
I’m losing my patients! |
I’m losing my patients! |
I’m losing my, I’m losing my… |
Now I’ve lost all my patience |
I’ve lost all my patience |
I’ve lost all my patience |
I’m losing my, I’m losing my… |