Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Projectile Comet, artist - Secret Band. Album song Secret Band, in the genre Пост-хардкорDate of issue: 30.07.2014
Record label: Blue Swan
Song language: English
Projectile Comet |
| Cock blocks need to fantasize |
| About turning they fumbling hands into an enterprise |
| So sad the way you sit… this one… out |
| Must have synonyms, must be genuine |
| Bat thwack medicine, coaching a leopard |
| Egg yolk citizen, bird fuck specimen |
| Dump truck ligament, of prison bar mitzvah |
| Why won’t it go, light my flow |
| Grow a road, sloping mode |
| Undulating curtain glow |
| Plaque laced teeth weep till they worn |
| Crack its shell, coat it chrome |
| Grope a node, broke the code |
| Evolution help me cope |
| Black shade sheep, creep through the dome |
| Blowing out fire cones |
| Extra part goes here |
| It gets it when it needs it |
| It needs it when it needs it |
| Ohh! |
| They say… |
| Obliferous! |
| Gentery! |
| Smecterbice! |
| Ahpurgikaw! |
| Combuchinee! |
| Arkinade! |
| Shargenol! |
| Bergentibrock! |
| Squirming in the camper, grabbing furry eyes |
| Letting out the skimpy, bourbon dick no rise |
| Put 'em in the slammer, put 'em in the fire |
| Fresh roasted head in thighs |
| Put me in another place where I can wave at passing stars |
| And ask the one who’s held responsible, why planets spin like art? |
| Drop an obelisk on top of men and teach them how to carve |
| A machine that sees the flaws to make circles out of shards |
| The invention |
| The invention |
| I believe in reading, no, I believe in shopping |
| No, I believe in eating every single topping |
| Slit wrist! |
| Suck dick! |
| Drink piss! |
| Saved by idols! |
| Slit wrist! |
| Suck dick! |
| Drink piss! |
| Saved by idols! |
| Why won’t it go, light my flow |
| Grow a road, sloping mode |
| Undulating curtain glow |
| Plaque laced teeth weep till they worn |
| Crack its shell, coat it chrome |
| Grope a node, broke the code |
| Evolution help me cope |
| Black shade sheep, creep through the dome |
| Blowing out fire cones |
| Put me in another place where I can wave at passing stars |
| And ask the one’s who’s held responsible, why planets spin like art? |
| Drop an obelisk on top of men and teach them how to carve |
| A machine that sees the flaws to make circles out of shards |
| Swirling into seven rows, elements ascension |
| Soaking through the zone, facet of the syndrome |
| Sickness in the head, the patterns dead, the light is red |
| The path is known, crack weight |
| Black shade sheep, creep through the dome, broke |