Ghostown - The Day of the Wuchak paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Day of the Wuchak - Ghostown



My role is blurry, mixed up inventory
Like spice in my curry, day groundhog Murray
Hurry up and choose one, got my new shoes on
Gotta get my cruise on, trying to write a new song
My role is blurry, mixed up inventory
Like spice in my curry, day groundhog Murray
Hurry up and choose one, got my new shoes on
Gotta get my cruise on, trying to write a new song
Coming at you off key like the cry of the donkey
My walk's slightly wonky, my piano's a honky
It's the estranged villager, the violin pillager
The cocaine Dillinger, softly I'll be killing you
I'm killing metres, from millimetres to kilometres
I'm thrilling readers with villain leaders
Drilling deeper for thrill seekers and ill freakers
Pill speakers, soul leeches, cold creatures
With foul features, power preaches
Te hand from the tower reaches, the hour teaches
Devour creatures who cower speechless
Paradox, firefox navigator
Capt the data to the jaws of the alligator
Escape from your captor, world wide adaptor
Bite with a slack jaw, velociraptor
Velocity curve, swooped and he swerved
With too many words, over the flutes of the Kurds
My role is blurry, mixed up inventory
Like spice in my curry, day groundhog Murray
Hurry up and choose one, got my new shoes on
Gotta get my cruise on, trying to write a new song
My role is blurry, mixed up inventory
Like spice in my curry, day groundhog Murray
Hurry up and choose one, got my new shoes on
Gotta get my cruise on, trying to write a new song
Coming through the light beams
Things that you might have seen
Shade from the night screen
Bottom autumn light green
I process at random, I'm closest at a tangent
Hold you at ransom and make you say I'm handsome
Touching in tandem, my brain roams rampant
Village of the phantoms, lighting up the lanterns
Put you in my sandwich, get upon my bandwidth
Work until I am rich, paint you on my canvas
Blast off my rocket's hot, back off my pocket's not
Jingling, spine is tingling
Shoot with my finger thing
Bounce like a dingaling
People not mingling, so I'm gonna sing a thing
My shelf needs filling, my teeth need drilling
My drink keeps spilling, they keep on billing
I'm willing my soul, stop digging that hole
Start filling that hole, I've been in control
My role is blurry, mixed up inventory
Like spice in my curry, day groundhog Murray
Hurry up and choose one, got my new shoes on
Gotta get my cruise on, trying to write a new song
My role is blurry, mixed up inventory
Like spice in my curry, day groundhog Murray
Hurry up and choose one, got my new shoes on
Gotta get my cruise on, trying to write a new song



Writer(s): Rael Powell


Ghostown - The Day of the Wuchak
Album The Day of the Wuchak
date de sortie
11-07-2019




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