Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Press Any Key To Continue (Part One, Two, and Three), artist - The Paper Chase. Album song Cntrl-Alt-Delete-U, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 09.04.2007
Record label: Gilead Media
Song language: English
Press Any Key To Continue (Part One, Two, and Three) |
Control-alt-delete you |
Now press any key to continue |
I’ve got parables: |
the unattainables to you |
The leash is to lead you… |
The fish is to feed you |
To hang you high by the knees |
Hang you high from the trees… |
The flash, the wings, the sun |
I’ve got chicken wire |
When I’ve got piano wire |
I’ve got method |
The unattainables to you |
And you… |
I see right through you |
And you… |
I see right through you |
And you, you, you… |
I’ve got fishes to feed you |
You, you, you… |
I’ve got fishes to feed you |
(Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket) Hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, …the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket, hang you from the trees |
Feed you from the bucket… |
The sun… is uncontrollable… unforgiving. |
With the sun, you can’t shape and |
sculpt reality. |
Have you left me your pliers for bent back desires to find a routine? |
The simple repair, but it’s the «simple» that scares me and finds me the «weak» |
And your oak tree reminders just remind me that something’s still wrong with |
the leaves |
I shield out the glare and get fit for my chair as I shake off my feet |
Now the research can end… won’t be wrong again |
Yeah, the research can end… won’t be wrong again |
No, the research can end… won’t… |