Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here Comes Treble, artist - The Flatliners. Album song Cavalcade, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 12.04.2010
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Here Comes Treble |
I wrote this for my brother |
I didn’t mean to become a stranger |
And this is for my mother |
How could I ever turn and leave this place? |
Now listen, Father |
I need to tell you all I’ve learned from you |
It’s written on my face |
As I drive 'round the world in disgrace |
Does the telephone ring? |
Can’t wait to show you what a jaded fuck I’ve become |
I’m officially finished singing about some better way |
Because we’re all so young and there’s time to change |
Just tell me, aren’t these the reddest eyes you’ve ever seen? |
Sitting on the steps of where my family’s grown |
I fold from this game |
After the hundredth time, this feeling’s passed over me |
I’ll try my best not to take my time |
Making the telephone ring |
I’ll waste my life and never make up the time |
I wrote this for my brother |
I didn’t mean to become a stranger |
And this is for my mother |
How could I ever turn and leave this place? |
Now listen, Father |
I need to tell you all I’ve learned from you |
It’s written on my face |
As I drive 'round the world in disgrace |
I’m not gonna take my time |
Making the telephone ring |
I’ll waste my life and never make up the time |
Are you still happy to see my pale face? |
Oh, tell me why I rot on the inside |
Dry your eyes off in half-time |
We’ll only speak when it matters to me |
How I despise this disguise |
I’ll never take my time |
Making the telephone ring |
I’ll waste my life and never make up the time |
Are you happy to see my pale face? |
Oh, tell me why I sit and I rot on the inside |
I can’t find |
The words to dry your eyes |
(Ain't life grand sometimes?) |