Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Piano, artist - Tricky. Album song Pre Millennium Tension, in the genre
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
Piano |
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check |
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit |
To the games pays to blame |
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane |
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run |
See her come, take her kindly |
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul |
She is lifeline to the heartbeat |
Can’t feel the heartbeat |
To the flowers, to the bunches, |
To the lunches, to the punches |
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check |
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit |
To the games pays to blame |
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane |
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run |
See her come, take her kindly |
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul |
She is lifeline to the heartbeat |
Can’t feel the heartbeat |
To the flowers, to the bunches, |
To the lunches, to the punches |
To the good, to the clean |
And i’ll be you’re ugly |
To the occasion, to the lie |
Kiss beneath, bridge of size |
Not some moaning, until they homing |
And they spoil it all |
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check |
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit |
To the games pays to blame |
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane |
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run |
See her come, take her kindly |
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul |
She is lifeline to the heartbeat |
Can’t feel the heartbeat |
To the flowers, to the bunches, |
To the lunches, to the punches |
To the good, to the clean |
And i’ll be you’re ugly |
To the occasion, to the lie |
Kiss beneath, bridge of size |
Not some moaning, until they homing |
And they spoil it all |
Not some moaning, until they homing |
Not some moaning, until they homing |
To the good, to the clean |
And i’ll be you’re ugly |
To the occasion, to the lie |
Kiss beneath, bridge of size |
Not some moaning, until they homing |
Not some moaning, until they homing |
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check |
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit |
To the games pays to blame |
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane |
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run |
See her come, take her kindly |
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul |
She is lifeline to the heartbeat |
Can’t feel the heartbeat |
To the flowers, to the bunches, |
To the lunches, to the punches |