Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsters, artist - Longpigs. Album song Mobile Home, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Mother
Song language: English
Gangsters |
To lick your wounds and crack through the morphine’s sweet darkness, |
bloodies your eyes and fouls your kiss it’s you I can’t forget, |
I ain’t cost you yet. |
I ain’t lost you yet. |
Jumped away from the lens, ground to a point love’s blind pretence, |
burst all those syphilltic cysts that rot the love of God, |
stood where Moses trod, the lucky sod, you yet, I ain’t caught it yet, |
you cast your clever net, |
but I ain’t caught it yet. |
How can I forget? |
How can I forget? |
you cast your clever net but I ain’t caught it yet. |
Gangsters don’t cry, when they shoot you to die, |
so keep the whites of their eyes in your sights. |
Im Staring buck naked at the world, no fig leaf needed, pure as gold, |
burst all this complicated bliss that rots the love of God |
stood where Moses trod the lucky sod. |
And fizz the first touch of your tongue, flinched like the grip of moist uncle, |
sniff sweet cocaine and disco sick, cos I can drink to this, every shot of |
bliss, |
Aw shucks. |
Aw shucks hits, I ain’t caught it yet, |
you cast that clever net, but I ain’t caught it yet. |
How can I forget? |
How can I forget? |
you cast your clever net but I ain’t caught it yet. |
Aw shucks, Aw shucks. |
Gangsters don’t cry, |
when they shoot you to die, so keep the whites of their eyes in your sights. |
Lying in the sun like a fat dog with you is worth cancer. |
The few pleasures, how white my clean ass could be, |
there is not yet a neat Media label to describe you and me and this age. |
Well fuck them. |
And on the streets there’s an advert real people pickled to the bone by the |
vultures of culture, |
golf, hold on to yourself, |
so hang on, |
Hang on to yourself, |
Come on, come on, come on. |
Make it feel like stealers tongue, a real flesh eater. |
Fortune smiles on the the whites of the teeth, |
so bite me bite me bite me as aniseed candy. |
And in the parks they skate to flow it all out, |
It’s all out, they’re all out, they’re all out I’m so glad they’re all out. |