Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gold Fronts , by - Portugal. The Man. Song from the album Waiter: "You Vultures!", in the genre ИндиRelease date: 22.01.2006
Record label: Concord, Fearless
Song language: English
Gold Fronts |
| The sun bent down and spoke with the last lips |
| They spoke of hell and things they’d never miss |
| Bridge shelter and the cold creek bed |
| That breaks backs and leads eyes down |
| Faces drag against the dirt and ears living in that muddy sound |
| Where the white whales roll just once a year |
| The arm feeds the hatchet with an African appetite |
| Matched machetes sparkle shine |
| Shape that small-scale guillotine |
| I’ve been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes |
| With those blackened mule faces outside my door |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Oooohhhhh |
| The club met the seal and the seal met the dog |
| That carried the man to the end of the trail |
| Where they walked down the streets pavement |
| Was black beneath their feet |
| I have been having a little trouble with these black glass lungs |
| And dealing in the man with the gold tooth grin |
| I’ve been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes |
| With those blackened mule faces outside my door |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Oooohhhhh |
| I’ve been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes |
| With those blackened mule faces outside my door |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Shouting |
| Oooohhhhh |