Текст песни Whiskey Jack (2023) - 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't hear 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