Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn a Miracle, artist - Say Anything. Album song Anarchy, My Dear, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 30.12.2012
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Burn a Miracle |
One, two, three, four and five |
Blood ran cold, but I’m comin' alive |
One, two, three, four and five |
Blood ran cold, but I’m comin' alive |
I once courted a boy |
He looked a lot like me |
But his eyelids were destroyed |
And his pupils |
Kept sucking up data files like noodles |
He pleasured himself to the music |
Of well-dressed, inbred college students |
As his girlfriend starved on the altar |
To his blog of the sickening things he would call her |
But now I’m coming alive |
And like a weed through fields of |
Placid posies thrive |
Spewing glory, all draped in guts and their sense of a story |
I need a song meant to rally the devils |
Who dance on fields of brilliant treble |
I need to ask you children a question |
Do you really wanna stand stiff, at attention? |
(No!) |
Do you want it? |
Do you need it? |
Do you feel it? |
Do you want it? |
(No!) |
Do you see it? |
Believe it |
Do you, do you, do you want it? |
Burn a miracle if you’ve got a soul |
Burn a miracle |
Burn America |
Burn America if you’ve got a soul |
Burn America |
Burn America |
I saw Stereohead |
They looked a lot like the |
Same band, but they were deaf |
And their singer kept twirling around |
On a slick middle finger |
And I’m awash in thunder and venom |
They try to hold you down, but I won’t let ‘em |
As we emerge from the muck and the mire |
We’re gonna set their champagne god on fire |
No! |
Do you want it? |
Do you need it? |
Do you feel it? |
Do you want it? |
(No!) |
Do you see it? |
Believe it |
Do you, do you, do you want it? |
Burn a miracle if you’ve got a soul |
Burn a miracle |
Burn America |
Burn America if you’ve got a soul |
Burn America |
Burn America |
Burn America |
Burn the dream |
I know a place where the moon goes to fly |
I know that dreams swarm and sting as they die |
Let their corpses ride horses and stab through the sun |
You loathe a life that you’ve barely begun |
To live! |
To live! |
One, two, three, four and five |
Blood ran cold, but I’m comin' alive |