Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funky Squaredance, artist - Phoenix. Album song United, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 05.03.2000
Record label: Source
Song language: English
Funky Squaredance |
| Hopeful days and stormy nights |
| I ain’t got much to win, not much to lose |
| Under the burden of my loneliness |
| It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose |
| I won’t enjoy my collection of stamps |
| When I’m six feet under the ground |
| Lonely streets and dusty roads |
| Lord it’s a long way to go back home |
| Under the burden of your heart of stone |
| You shrug your shoulders as I decompose |
| Please keep a eye on those red haired boys |
| Someday they’ll play drum with my shinbones |
| Now your chewing-gum on my coffin |
| Take me where I long to be |
| I can’t believe that you want me to wear |
| The evening tails that will fit my corpse |
| I don’t need a tuxedo |
| There’s no bouncer in the after world |
| I only just left my dying bed and |
| You’re making curtains out of my shroud |
| Don’t you dig my grave with some excavator |
| Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse.please. |
| A last ride in the city’s hearse |
| Few miles away from heaven above |
| A few more minutes 'till they bury me |
| A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones |
| I won’t enjoy my collection of stamps |
| Now I’m five feet under the ground |
| Stormy days and lonely nights |
| Lord it’s a long way to go back home |
| All the boys raise your hands up in the air (yeah) |
| Now all the girls raise your hands up in the air (yeah) |
| Everybody one more time (yeah) |
| Let’s all have a real good time together |
| One, two, three, let’s go |
| Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance |
| Tonight’s the night girls, yeah |
| Come on, let’s get all antsy |
| Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance |
| Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance |
| You seem so glad my place is free |
| Now you’re dancing on my grave |
| What a cruel way to treat a friend |
| Live my life in dignity |
| Well I must confess |
| Looking for a place |
| Everybody has to demonstrate |
| And everybody has to see you wait |
| Thinking of a real way to see |
| What matters is the love that you give |
| Remember all the thing that you’ve seen |
| Does another go and never seen |
| Nothing in my forgotten years |
| Life got a little serious |
| Give me real self-esteem |
| It’s buried in my P-A-S-T |
| Give a lot, a whole lot received |
| Heaven-sent T.N.T |
| Uh, can’t go further, losing |
| I can’t go losing my mind |
| Remember all the game have I tried |
| Buried in my P-A-S-T |
| We call love late at day |
| Late at night I dropped in hate |
| Dropping in a heaven fantasy |
| Heaven knows what I’m gonna do |
| Living in a lonesome avenue |
| Done in the P-A-S-T |
| Go without the love I receive |
| Mmm, everybody, has got to demonstrate |
| Everybody has a T-I-U |
| He has things you’d never do |
| Thinking in a real avenue |
| What matters is the love that you give |
| Funky squaredance, funky squaredance, funky squaredance |