Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elasticity, artist - Serj Tankian.
Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Song language: English
Elasticity |
Burp |
Papapapapapapa, where are you going, bebebe? |
What are you saying? |
Dadadadadadada |
Naaaa.nana…nothing |
You blew, you blew me, baby, out of the water, bebe, out of the water, bebe, |
Dadadadadada |
Naaa.nana.nothing |
I won’t be betrayed by you |
I won’t lie awake for today |
Right away |
I don’t need to pray to you |
I don’t want to sacrifice my day, not this way |
Muppetmamuppetmuppet where are you going, bebe? |
What are you saying? |
Dadadadadadada |
Naaaa.nana…nothing |
You blew, you blew me, baby, out of the water, bebe, out of the water, bebe, |
Dadadadadada |
Naaa.nana.nothing |
I won’t be afraid of you |
I won’t lie and beg for today |
Right away |
No more fun and games for you |
I don’t need to sacrifice my day, not this way |
Far and away, where the sorcerers have seen the lore |
Turning night into day |
With a fresh ratatouille of blood and gore |
Never will we tread on the weak and the frail |
Never will we switch the head for the tail |
Never will we drink the milk from her pail |
Never will we utter the word «before» |
Don’t you know revenge is upon the day? |
Lovers have no remorse, dancing right through the rains? |
We must all kiss goodnight before they return again |
Bright esoteric lights for all of us but the vain |
No more searching for God when we are looking for the grains |
Rectifying the cross for the loss of the slain |
Now wipe the cane |
Far and away, where the sorcerers have seen the lore |
Turning night into day |
With a fresh ratatouille of blood and gore |
Never will we tread on the weak and the frail |
Never will we switch the head for the tail |
Never will we drink the milk from her pail |
Never will we utter the word «before» |
Don’t you know revenge is upon the day? |
Lovers have no remorse dancing right through the rains |
We must all kiss goodnight before they return again |
Rectifying the cross for the loss of the slain |
Now wipe the cane |