Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Mourning, America, artist - letlive.. Album song If I'm The Devil..., in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English
Good Mourning, America |
We ain’t so different now, are we |
Very different, very different |
Said the cop to the killer inside of me |
I’ve heard your story boy, that shit gets old |
We have the right to take your life so do just what you’re told |
We ain’t so different now, are we |
Very different, very different |
Said the cop to the killer inside of me |
I’ve heard your story boy, that shit gets old |
We have the right to take your life so do just what you’re told |
«We ain’t so different now are we?» |
Said the cop to the killer inside of me |
«I've heard your story, boy, and that shit gets old |
We’ve got the right to take your life, so do just what you’re told!» |
He ain’t so big dick now, is he? |
(Play the victim. Won’t play the victim) |
When compared to the heroin next to me |
(She lives inside us all) |
I’ve read about those storied boys, what about real girls? |
More than a wife or giver of life, those antiquated roles |
Now, that everybody’s listening |
Will you shout or shut your mouth again, closed mouths again |
«You gotta learn to accept disparity» |
Said my mother to the fucker inside of me |
«You're no Guevara, boy, just a poor man’s Marx |
Now I think you better take a step down off that cross.» |
So- that shoe doesn’t fit you comfortably |
(It don’t fit you, will never fit you) |
So you’re better off cutting off both your feet |
(Bootstraps that bind us all) |
Cause if you try to stand up you might look too tall |
The bigger they are the better view we get to watch them fall |
Ain’t no city like the one I’m from |
That one time got me stressing |
Hands up high praying I don’t get shot |
Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha |
Now, that everybody’s listening |
Will you shout or shut your mouth again, closed mouths again |
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint |
It’s hard to see when you don’t understand it at all |
Now that everybody’s listening |
Will you shout or shut your mouth again, closed mouths again |
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint |
Hard to think that you’d understand this at all |
We don’t back away, we go that way now |
(I never got it. I never ever got it) |
Who got shot today? |
What’s your body count? |
(We'll never get it. You know we won’t get it) |
We don’t back away, we go that way now |
Who got shot today? |
What’s your body count? |
Now, that everybody’s listening |
Will you shout or shut your mouth again, closed mouths again |
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint |
It’s hard to see when you don’t understand it at all |
Now that everybody’s listening |
Will you shout or shut your mouth again, closed mouths again |
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint |
Hard to think that you’d understand this at all |