Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Sale, artist - The Suicide Machines. Album song The Suicide Machines, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Hollywood
Song language: English
No Sale |
The wind was chill as we sat on the steps |
I could see the vapor form from your breath |
Well, your lips were red and your skin so pale |
But your cash register read no sale, well |
The moon was set against deep blue sky |
A stone cold, stark white, sliver of light |
The stillness of the air and the fading twilight |
If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn’t matter at all Buy |
We’ve known each other since the first grade |
When I pushed you down and white-washed your face |
Well, we were playing the king of the hill, yeah |
We’d start an avalanche and see who fell, well |
There I was standing on that hill when |
The other kids came in for the kill |
Then something hit my head, I was rendered unconscious |
If I died on that hill, to you, it really wouldn’t matter |
Some people say that I just don’t get it, in fact you said it yourself |
I’ve heard some say that I can’t take a hint |
And others say that I should seek help, yeah well |
You left a trail of footprints in the sand as |
You started running as fast as you can, well |
I’ll never know why I make you wanna vomit or |
When I call you up you tell me to stop it, well |
The moon was set against deep blue sky |
A stone cold, stark white, sliver of light |
The stillness of the air and the fading twilight |
If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn’t matter at all |
If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn’t matter at all… matter at all |