paroles de chanson Soap Op. 20 - Telyscopes

Now that you're twenty-one
Brandish that shotgun
Good sons marry too fast while
Spring-fever-dreams sneak past
But even virgins get old
Can't hide away from home
On a slip-n-slide downhill
Drinking 'till you got scales and gills

Down in moonlit gully
Something ahead catches reflecting light

Out on a lake of tears, rise
Rows of tiptoed swans
Who wear's black to a wedding?
Feathered and tarred
Spinning, spinning

Blowout
Between a brick wall and your face
Blackout
You're bleeding all over the place
Now I'm getting nervous
Now I'm getting nervous
What'cha gonna do for it?
Whatcha gonna do for love now?

Crusty eyelids blink sun
Shake and rattle the ibuprofen
Was the headache worth a short eclipse
From all those nagging decisions?
Longer you try and hide
More Friday nights just roll by
All those rosy faces you used to see
Like hyenas laughing up acacia trees

Are clean shaven silhouettes
Standing at your side under a crucifix

Jump in that lake of slime with your
Lover in your arms
I'll wear black to your wedding
And smile as you drown
Spinning, spinning
Spinning, spinning
Spinning, spinning
Spinning, spinning

Jump in that lake of slime with your
Lover in your arms
I'll wear black to your wedding
And smile as you drown
Spinning, spinning
Spinning, spinning