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 |