paroles de chanson Marigold (Live in London) - Periphery
This
next
song
is
called
"Marigold"
Latched
to
this
life
like
a
death-grip,
we're
satisfied
With
the
mundane
and
keeping
out
of
sight
But
still
we
are
young
We
are
young
I'll
stare
the
angels
down
Keep
them
in
the
back
room,
shut
the
door
and
let
go
Now
we
stare
at
the
grave
cold
and
paralyzed
Pushing
daisies
while
we
still
feel
the
sunshine
We
are
young,
we
are
young
Slip
through
the
marigolds
and
please
our
damaged
souls
This
place
is
holding
me
Jump
through
the
rope,
let's
make
it
credible
When
blood
is
all
we
see
Life
is
impossible
Death
is
coming
'round
like
a
hurricane
swirling
We're
on
the
clock
and
the
needle's
turning
The
misery's
killing
me
slowly
Give
me
a
spine
to
work
it
out
You're
just
another
one
wandering
Aimlessly
until
the
grave
The
signs
of
the
times
are
upon
us
Are
we
bleeding
for
tomorrow?
Sucking
on
the
mother's
dead
tit
of
sorrow,
sorrow
It's
alright,
we'll
learn
it
all
before
we
go
Snapped
by
the
neck
as
we
follow
Chin
up,
tighten
the
rope
Leave
it
all
hollow
This
place
is
holding
me
Jump
through
the
rope,
let's
make
it
credible
When
blood
is
all
we
see
Life
is
impossible
Death
is
coming
'round
like
a
hurricane
swirling
We're
on
the
clock
and
the
needle's
turning
fast
The
misery's
killing
me
slowly
Give
me
a
spine
to
work
it
out
No
funeral,
no
pyre
left
burning
This
body's
dust
in
the
wind
that's
hurling
past
The
misery's
killing
me
slowly
Give
me
a
spine
to
work
it
out
"If
I
were
the
devil
I'd
promote
an
attitude
of
loving
things
and
using
people
Instead
of
the
other
way
around
I
would
make
it
legal
to
take
the
life
of
the
unborn
Make
it
socially
acceptable
to
take
one's
own
life
And
even
invent
machines
to
make
it
more
convenient
I
would
attack
the
family,
the
backbone
of
every
nation
I
would
come
up
with
drugs
that
sedate
the
mind
and
target
the
young
And
I
would
get
sports
heroes
to
advertise
them"
I
guess
I
will
just
leave
things
the
way
they
are
This
place
is
holding
me
(it's
holding
me)
Jump
through
the
rope,
let's
make
it
credible
When
blood
is
all
we
see
Life
is
impossible
Death
is
coming
'round
like
a
hurricane
swirling
We're
on
the
clock
and
the
needle's
turning
fast
The
misery's
killing
me
slowly
Give
me
a
spine
to
work
it
out
Death
is
coming
'round
like
a
hurricane
swirling
We're
on
the
clock
and
the
needle's
turning
fast
The
misery's
killing
me
slowly
Give
me
a
spine
to
work
it
out
No
funeral,
no
pyre
left
burning
This
body's
dust
in
the
wind
that's
hurling
past
The
misery's
killing
me
slowly
Give
me
a
spine
to
work
it
out
Oh,
my
God
You
guys
are
pretty
close
to
bein'
the
best
crowd
of
this
tour,
man
Pretty
close
Pretty
fuckin'
close
Can
we
do
it?
I
don't
know
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