Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blangee Blee, artist - Land of Talk. Date of issue: 23.08.2010
Song language: English
Blangee Blee |
| You pull it to the right |
| And I bring it back to center |
| I blame it on your pride |
| And you blame it on my temper |
| Standing on the skin of a cell it was sickle |
| For me it was over the coroner, the cripple |
| We spend our lives making out riddles |
| Oh, to give so much got me so little |
| We spend our lives making out riddles |
| Oh, to give so much got me so little |
| For all that was said |
| I believe it wasn’t spoken |
| You sang it to the wall |
| But the tune it wasn’t holding |
| My guess it wasn’t bound to the spine, to the spindle |
| For all I led you from, I’m the coroner, the cripple |
| We spend our lives making out riddles |
| Oh, to give so much got me so little |
| We spend our lives making out riddles |
| Oh, to give so much got me so little |
| We spend our lives making out riddles |
| Oh, to give so much got me so little |