Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Burro, artist - ORBS. Album song Past Life Regression, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 14.07.2016
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
El Burro |
I think you used to be a horse |
I can see it in your teeth |
And I used to be your rider |
Cause I always needed a strong sturdy back and a handful of mane and to |
converse, or maybe just listen |
I think you used to be El Burro |
Cause I can see it in your shoulders |
And I used to be the water |
Cause I always kept you from getting across |
Still you drink from my breast |
The dynamic was sickening |
How we never change |
In this reincarnate life |
We’re still selfish and lame, lame, lame |
Did you used to be in love? |
Say did you used to be in love? |
Because you smell like stale saliva |
And did you believe in God? |
Because your eyes are fixed on a crack in the sky like you’re patient and |
waiting for some kind of sign |
I think you used to be a wise man |
Because you smell like an old book |
But then again you’re pretty dumb child |
If your fingers are pages they’re plump and quite new like they’ve never been |
ripped at the corners |
For love, sweet love, made to music, sweet music |
In mud, thick mud, where we all came from |
And I don’t need to change to make the same mistakes |
And we do it cause its innate |
We do it because we can |
(What are you? What are you?) |
I think you used to be tortoise |
The kind you can’t bring home to mom |
Because you use your exoskeleton like |
A hotel for scum bags, a Lucky-U Inn |
Step right up boys for a peek at some skin |
I think you used to be a bottle |
The kind that I couldn’t put down |
I think I used to know you well, share some tales |
Listen and smile while I talk to myself |
Suck you till my belly was filled |
With love, sweet love, we made like bums on drugs |
And we sang «Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na» |
Like it was the motherfucking end of the world |
Axe falls because I lied again |
A crack opens there’s light again |
Legs open there’s a babies head |
Life spills out to try again |
Dropped into this body, expected to succeed |
Repeating the same actions, expecting new results |
I used to be an optimist, now I am a liar (Dropped into these bodies and |
expected to succeed) |
I used to be a solution, now I am the fire! |
(Repeating the same actions and |
expecting new results) |
Repeat! |
Repeat! |
Repeat! |
Repeat! |
And I begin again… |