
Date of issue: 21.01.2014
Song language: English
Bloodsuckers |
A thousand little elves |
Coming up from beneath my bed |
They gather 'round the campfire |
And start singing the songs in my head |
But with the wrong words |
By the light of the fire |
Their faces all begin to crumple |
And they fall to their knees |
They laugh at my expense |
Bloodsuckers |
I could crush you with my thumb |
Bloodsuckers |
I’m so sick of your tricks |
How I wish the sun would come |
(Bridge) |
I can make lyrics rhyme |
All the time |
But that don’t soothe my spine |
Just making a melody |
Should be all for me |
Would be like watching me lose my mind |
They’re crawling up my knees now |
And requesting a song 'bout love |
I know I’m being teased now |
So I’m singing a song about getting squeezed by |
Bloodsuckers |
I could crush you with my thumb |
Bloodsuckers |
I’m so sick of your tricks |
How I wish the sun would come |