Bauhaus - King volcano

Tekst :

Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream,King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean
Lonely people burn like candles,
Only we are clean
Lonely people burn like candles,
Only we are clean
King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean
King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean

Inne utwory

  • Sanity assassin
  • Rosegarden funeral of sores
  • Departure
  • Poison pen
  • Smalltalk stinks
  • Dive
  • Hair of the dog
  • Burning from the inside
  • In the night
  • A spy in the cap
  • Antonin artaud
  • Double dare
  • St. Vitus dance
  • Slice of life
  • Terror couple kill colonel
  • Of lilllies and remains
  • In fear of fear
  • Losowe utwory

    Smalltalk stinks

    Small talk stinks
    Small talk stinks
    Small talk stinks
    Small talk stinks
    See the young man in his new gown
    Talking up to his bouffant drag
    He says he loves you with flowers
    Something that he s never had
    A sentence should...

    Hem of your garment

    I am intrinsically no good
    I have a heart
    That s made of wood
    I am only biding time
    Only reciting memorized lines
    And I m not fit to touch
    The hem of your garment
    No, no I m not fit to touch...

    Let down

    And the tears fall like rain
    Down my face again
    Oh the words you wouldn t say
    And the games you played
    With my unfoolish heart
    Oh i should have known this from the start

    Oh the winter and spring
    Going in hand in hand
    Just like my love and pain
    How the thought of you cuts deep within...

    Stolen moments (Part II)

    Black Thought:
    It s a frantic situation(x7)

    Common:
    Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inch
    And this Alpha Bailey jacket I had just bought me
    Out of snappin, my God tried to talk me
    But what could get me...

    Dark side of the sun

    I looked over my shoulder, straight into your eyes
    As you stood in my shadow, in some loud disguise
    You were lookin straight through me, like a piece of glass
    Out of step with the fashion, fashions always pass

    I ve been living on the dark side of the sun
    Waiting for something that...