Songtexte The Strangle of Anna - The Moonlandingz

I made you listen to Sunday morning
You spit it out across the parquet flooring, let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain till it's pouring
Till the sunshine's brown

I'm sick of sucking on the smoke-hurt past
But you know my hands are tied, ha, ha, they're steadfast

The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
You strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belle
The strangle of Anna's got me unwell

You think you're weary but you're never trending
Hashtag my lust sold to your cliched ending, it's all the same
All the same
All the same that you're sending
Can't put a dead dog down

As long as sucking on the smoke-hurt past
Now my hands are untied at last

The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
You strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belle
The strangle of Anna's got me unwell

I'm sick of sucking on the smoke-hurt past
But you know my hands are tied, they're steadfast

The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
The strangle of Anna's got me unwell
You strangling Anna, c'est la vie ma belle
The strangle of Anna's got me unwell

C'est la vie ma belle
C'est la vie ma belle
C'est la vie ma belle
C'est la vie ma belle