Vinyl floor and sliding doors, nothing more Lost the thread of conversation, sentence fails and engine roars No recall, blindfold to the stairs Is it now? Is it now
译文: 挑灯夜战. 是它吗?.
call it shit. All I know is I'm about to hit the wall, If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits. This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it
down What goes down comes back around again Where it all began, began, began, began From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now (repeat
'Cuz risk pullers small, we all shinin' stars Now, here come the rhythm, style that's moist Now, it's up from the Hell with the olive oil voice Now
There is a place I was born It is a place I've never seen Don't even know where it is Don't even know my name Where is home, where is my home? I'm searching
The tucker box is empty now The heart of Kelly's country cleared The gangers on the southern line Like the steam trains have disappeared Pelicans glide
it, like it, like it, like it, like it, like it When the wheel goes 'round Neither one can fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
straight from the bottle not the cup, And it gets us more than just fucked uuuuup... And I like it yall.. ..like it yall... Like it yall... ...like it yall. Scoob lover, won't you hype it
We'll burn the midnight oil The sun will peek into our windows And be surprised to find empty beds Walls naked, our closets stripped Of all it's threads
This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is gonna break This levy is
it, shit All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I
wounded pride is burning you up Burning up on midnight oil And it's come right back on you Freedom overspill, freedom overspill You're sounding good to me now
off our knees To beef now we feed their disease interlocked our hands across seas What is a flag is a rag but a shroud out loud outside my window is
treasures. Foolsa?? gold. Too cold. Breaking down, pouring a new mold. Might spoil. Wrap it in a skin tight foil. Screws turnina??. Burnina?? the midnight oil
the unholy seance blistered eyes has no disguise bears witness to my fate golden morning helps me thru but may have come too late burning up the midnight oil it
it's pop Flypaper, do it again, do it again Do it again, can he do it again? Do it again, do it again Do it again, can we do it? Yeah, you see it everyday
I'm motionless with no rest Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech drive-by A lie is a lie is a God, an eagle is a condor of war,