Текст песни Whiskey Jack - Republica

I'm gonna rip out a tongue.
I stand too near the sun.
I can't remember one time you wanted
Me to call you everyday,
To send the ghosts away.
Whatever people say,
You won't forget me.
Keep your poisons to yourself.
Just stew in your own hell.
I'll ring the waking bell and won't you
Hear it.
Put the creature out of pain.
Same old black eyes again.
I'm in your fucking brain
And in your coma.
Keep your poisons to yourself.
Just stew in your own hell.
I'll ring the waking bell and you won'thear
It.
Keep the creature out of pain.
Same old black eyes again.
I'm in your fucking brain
And in your coma.
Whatever happened to angels?
Whatever happened to demons?
I can look into your life
And tell you like the smell of freedom.
I'm gonna rip out a tongue.
Don't wanna spoil the fun.
Just wait until I come, you won't regret
It.
Put the piece on the barbeque.
It's such a lovely view.
We'll pick up a witches' brew,
And we'll die laughing.
I'm a friend of Whiskey Jack.
He's lying on his back.
He's telling me to pack.
He's inconsistent.
Keep your secrets to yourself.
I'll find somebody else.
I'll stand here packing shelves,
But not for long now.
I'm a friend of Whiskey Jack.
He's lying on his back.
He's telling me to pack.
He's inconsistent.
Keep your secrets to yourself.
I'll find somebody else.
I'll stand here packing shelves,
But not for long now.
Whatever happened to angels?
Whatever happened to demons?
I can look into your eyes
And tell you like the taste of freedom.
Whatever happened to angels?
Whatever happened to demons?
I can look into your eyes
And tell you like the taste of freedom.
Whatever happened to angels?
Whatever happened to demons?
I can look into your life
And tell you like the smell of freedom.