Doomsday Stomp Songtext
von Project 86
Doomsday Stomp Songtext
Hint number one is
Five letters inscribed over
The lips of eyeless woman
Asking me for needles and a thread
To sew her head together again
Oh, swollen anthill sore
Oh, insects desperate cries
Oh, they inflected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
She reaches forward
And grabs a hold of my sleeve
Her antennae wrap around me
Her lungs infect me as she breathes
The roadkill scent of violent city
Oh, swollen anthill sore
Oh, insects desperate cries
Oh, they inflected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
This town made its guesses
But can′t spell her own name
Well, a five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
She can't spell her own name
Oh, swollen anthill sore
Oh, insects desperate cries
Oh, they inflected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
Oh, swollen anthill sore
Oh, insects desperate cries
Oh, they inflected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
Five letters inscribed over
The lips of eyeless woman
Asking me for needles and a thread
To sew her head together again
Oh, swollen anthill sore
Oh, insects desperate cries
Oh, they inflected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
She reaches forward
And grabs a hold of my sleeve
Her antennae wrap around me
Her lungs infect me as she breathes
The roadkill scent of violent city
Oh, swollen anthill sore
Oh, insects desperate cries
Oh, they inflected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
This town made its guesses
But can′t spell her own name
Well, a five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
She can't spell her own name
Oh, swollen anthill sore
Oh, insects desperate cries
Oh, they inflected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
Oh, swollen anthill sore
Oh, insects desperate cries
Oh, they inflected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
Writer(s): Andrew Albert Schwab, Randy Michael Torres, Steven Allen Dail, Alexander William Albert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com