Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Congratulations, artist - Hollywood Vampires. Album song Rise, in the genre Хард-рокDate of issue: 20.06.2019
Record label: Союз Мьюзик по лицензии earMUSIC
Song language: English
Congratulations |
| Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death |
| I shall fear no evil |
| It walks near me, it smiles, it shows its teeth |
| Not from above but from beneath |
| It laughs in my face but not at my faith |
| The dark looks for me and can’t understand |
| How I slipped right through its fingers |
| Congratulations |
| The cries of the crow becoming clear |
| Bleeding day into night without fear |
| Into the temple of sacrifice and doom |
| I walked alone into the red room |
| We’re way beyond the land without order |
| Surrounded by faces, drums of death |
| I cheated time and I know I ain’t got much time left |
| You… you killed it… humanity |
| Congratulations |
| Everyday I wake up, it’s a fight to survive |
| The humanoid selfish egomaniacal instant gratification world |
| Money, greed, ugly need, how much is enough |
| Fame… being king of the rats… |
| Time is vicious dummy |
| Look at me… look at you… we’re all the same |
| Just trying to stay alive |
| Congratulations |
| The unknown no one of nowhere… |
| Knew nothing new, as never before |
| Lost his life in love with love |
| Left alone always |
| Leapt off towards another waste of what would wind up what once was |
| But wasn’t |
| One tarnished trophy to which has been said goodbye |
| The only word that was ever needed |
| Have I lost what was never given me? |
| Nope |
| I don’t buy into the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny nor any of your favorite |
| crutches |
| Everyday is just another game to play |
| You lose now… you lose later |
| Winning is the gift of playing the game |
| Bite off as much as you can chew and spit out what you don’t need |
| You have to go away to come back |
| Do not pander, ponder, rise |
| To return to an orderly decision of being born or not |
| The sickness parade is here… tick tock tick tock |
| There ain’t nothing that can protect you from the brutality of life’s clock |
| It will sneak up and bite you right on the ass |
| And after just a few short years in your narcissistic pavilion |
| You will shrivel and wither like a humiliated grape |
| Anyone ever tell you you talk too much, probably not |
| You speak much better when your mouth is full |
| Your epitaph will be scribbled in crayons |
| On a scorching sidewalk |
| Congratulations |