Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strain , by - McCafferty. Song from the album Yarn, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 22.03.2018
Record label: Triple Crown
Song language: English
Strain |
| Fickle father, foolish son |
| We pray for pain, we pray for blood |
| I hope I die, I hope I’m high |
| I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky |
| I hope your body heals itself |
| I hope that God forgives himself |
| I hope I die, I hope I’m high |
| I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky |
| They say that I will live, will die |
| They say as well, I’ll burn in hell |
| So get your jacket exactly where you left it dear |
| I know you think it’s clear |
| I am the problem everybody saw him there |
| Alone eating alone |
| Fickle father, foolish son |
| We pray for pain, we pray for blood |
| I hope I die, I hope I’m high |
| I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky |
| I hope your body heals itself |
| I hope that God forgives himself |
| I hope I die, I hope I’m high |
| I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky |
| They say that I will live, will die |
| They say as well, I’ll burn in hell |
| So get your jacket exactly where you left it dear |
| I know you think it’s clear |
| I am the problem everybody saw him there |
| Alone eating alone |
| «I hear you’re seeking an attorney, go through the legal system to do what you |
| need to do and get out of here forever» |