paroles de chanson Said the Spider to the Fly (MP3) - The Paper Chase

I want your head
I want your wicked parts
I want to wring out your evil thoughts
I want to eat out your bitter heart
I want your soul to sing six words harmony
Of all the pigs that might tempt me
I know you're sick alone and I'm telling everyone everything
So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home
"And when your lover loves to cheat, there's another you can meet
It's a short pier, it's a long walk home"
You gotta show me where it hurts
There's a beast and a burden
Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor
This is your life, this is your life
And when I'm done, it's over a little bit more

Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right

So if I fight the good fight, will hairlines recede?
Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat?
I feel the end is near, my little Monday night whore
My little Saturday night became a Sunday remorse
When it's all over America
The Godless game show heathens
This is your life, this is your life
At last, my good friend, we are even
I know I'll never lose an arm, I'll never stay up staring at the phone
I'll never rot up with disease, don't you bury me and leave
Don't you leave me in the ground alone
You gotta show me where it hurts, never cremate me to burn
Never chop me up and throw me to sea
You'll never have to find the words, they come spilling unrehearsed
But you and I will never find that peace

Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right

Good things die all the time
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly
When all those times you thought that you were wrong
You were right