Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twisted Tongue, artist - MisterWives.
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Song language: English
Twisted Tongue |
You tried to dodge your own bullet |
But it shot you anyway |
You crossed over every line and |
Hid behind the lines you made |
And do ya do ya, do ya do? |
And do ya do ya believe in the truth? |
Truth be told that truth found it’s way |
To the twisted tongue that spoke dismay |
I know that I may be young |
But at least my youth is wise |
You painted a picture to me |
That depicted only lies |
And do ya do ya, do ya do? |
And do ya do ya believe in the truth? |
Truth be told that truth found it’s way |
To the twisted tongue that spoke dismay |
Cause your sweet is sour |
You’re a weed not a flower |
Just a pretty faced coward is you |
Your hearts just an organ that |
Pumps nothing more than blood |
To your vein full veins |
You struck each chord and now it’s time for |
Your real song to be sung |
You just managed to mask what’s now clear as glass |
And that’s just you’re an asshole |
You weaseled in and out of words |
And denied when truth was heard |
May your yes be yes and your no’s be no’s |
Not an in between land of I don’t knows |
And do ya do ya, do ya do? |
Do ya do ya believe in the truth? |
Truth be told that truth found it’s way |
To the twisted tongue that spoke dismay |
Cause your sweet is sour |
You’re a weed not a flower |
Just a pretty faced coward is you |
Your hearts just an organ that |
Pumps nothing more than blood |
To your vein full veins |
You struck each chord now it’s time for |
Your real song to be sung |
You just managed to mask what’s now clear as glass |
And that’s just you’re an asshole |
And this I say one last time |
You define your own crime |
You best hang up your disguise on the laundry line |
Stabbed me in the front, stab me in the back |
And this right here’s my heart attack |
So if I don’t go, I pray you know |
Just how much you blow |
And do ya do ya, do ya do? |
Do ya do ya believe in the truth? |
Truth be told that truth found it’s way |
To the twisted tongue that spoke dismay |
Cause your sweet is sour |
You’re a weed not a flower |
Just a pretty faced coward is you |
Your hearts just an organ that |
Pumps nothing more than blood |
To your vein full veins |
You struck each chord and now it’s time for |
Your real song to be sung |
You just managed to mask what’s now clear as glass |
And that’s just you’re an asshole |