Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gutter Of Disneyland, artist - Small Leaks Sink Ships. Album song Until the World is Happy; Wake up You Sleepyhead Sun, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 25.02.2007
Record label: No Sleep
Song language: English
Gutter Of Disneyland |
Waiting for the ride |
It’s quickly passing by me |
The garden of love |
Welcomes every haunted mind to join the fall out |
Into the sand |
Stuck reaching up for never ending skies |
Dwindle and fade |
Bend and fold 'til elbows are knees |
Waking for the day |
Waking for the day |
Waking for the day |
Waking for the day |
Help us, help us, wake up the dead (Waking for the day) |
I said murder, murder, evil instead |
You said help us, help us, wake up the dead (Waking for the day) |
I said murder, murder, evil instead |
You get down |
Well I’m sneaking through the back gate (though the back gate) |
Through the back gate rolling heads playing with lawn chairs |
And I’m screaming at the top of my lawn |
'Til my lungs scare my heart into a goldfish |
Well I’m sneaking through the back gate (though the back gate) |
Through the back gate rolling heads playing with lawn chairs (roll roll roll) |
And I’m screaming at the top of my lawn |
And my lungs took off |
And lead 'em through |
Like trapped mice, they’ll never find a way out |
The people will run |
Come straight, help me I’m moving forwards |
The lights are off |
Lost focus on something that isn’t there |
Stumble and sway |
In and out of every nightmare |
Waking for the day |
Waking for the day |
Waking for the day |
Waking for the day |
Help us, help us, wake up the dead (Waking for the day) |
I said murder, murder, evil instead |
You said help us, help us, wake up the dead (Waking for the day) |
I said murder, murder, evil instead |
You got down |
And in a palace tainted with sin |
We will pawn it all off for our medicine |
And over on second street the sun |
Drops down to burn my feet |
Lids droop lower, trees grow higher |
And every branch breaks on the way down |
On the way down |
In a palace tainted with sin |
We’ll pawn it all off for our medicine |
And over on second street the sun |
Drops down to burn my feet |
And lids droop, trees grow |
And every branch breaks |