Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peroxide Beach, artist - Sloppy Jane. Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Peroxide Beach |
| Imagine waking up in your own body |
| Naked on a brown leather couch |
| The room is unfamiliar, and all of a sudden, you are 95 years old |
| It’s hot in the room, and the temperature increases |
| As it passes back and forth between your newly wrinkled skin |
| And the genuine leather of the couch |
| You cannot get up, where would you run to? |
| You don’t even know where you are |
| Susan woke up every day wishing she had bigger hands, she said |
| «Am I the perfect woman, am I an |
| Unfinished man?» |
| She walked back home, she tried to grow her roots in sinking sand |
| She said, «he told me that he loves me, but he don’t know who I am and I’m just |
| Hangin' out on |
| Peroxide Beach |
| So sour, don’t got the power, don’t got the energy |
| So if you see the water start to get too deep |
| Just let me sleep |
| Just let me sleep |
| Just let me" |
| Hours have passed now or maybe they haven’t |
| The sun exploded years ago so it’s impossible to know |
| You notice that you and the couch are not very different |
| And you start to feel sick |
| You know you’ll be here forever |
| So is everything you’ve cared about before today rendered totally meaningless |
| Or is the weight of the world even greater with its loss? |
| Speaking of weight, I ate way too much fucking salt today |
| Holy shit |
| «And when my body bloats and wrinkles and my skin turns green and blue |
| I want the whole wide world to know I didn’t like a single one of you except for |
| Overdose Elvis, 'cause when you’re, when you’re dead you’re chillin' |
| And the King of the Jungle who’s about to leave the building |
| And I’m just |
| Hangin' out on |
| Peroxide Beach |
| So sour don’t got the power don’t got the energy" |
| So when you see Susan caught up in the |
| Undertow just let it go |
| Just let it go |
| Just let it |
| On the floor in front of you there’s a frozen metal spoon |
| You immediately pick it up and put it in your mouth |
| Hoping it’ll help you cool off |
| Horrified, you feel the silver melt around your tongue |
| You try to remove it, but it stretches and stretches like an infinite rope of |
| taffy |
| Drenched and claustrophobic, you try to cry |
| But all your body’s liquids have already poured out through your skin |
| You hear a voice ask |
| «Is she gonna be okay? |
| Does she need to go to the hospital?» |
| «Yes! |
| Help!» |
| you attempt, but it’s no use |
| The metal taffy has already hardened, locking your jaw shut |
| They were never listening anyway |
| «She'll be fine,» another voice replied |
| «Probably just sweating out the venom |
| Give her 'til Tuesday» |
| Susan, Suzanne |
| Susan, Suzanne |
| Susan, Suzanne |
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