Pure Schlock Songtext
von The Callous Daoboys
Pure Schlock Songtext
Cross the line to sympathize
Hollywoodish smile
And burned the bridge for sin of our existential style
Now all your friends are jewelry and their locked inside your box
I swore i′d burn your promised land, now it's time for you to watch
Self-shame, set for stardom′s rise
Mansion based slaughterhouse, backing scarce exposure
Tradition can't mock the warming cage faced backwards to the stage
Semi-fixed counter-activity; sermonically automatic
3 tears out of your left eye and you're buried at sea
We sealed metal bars to your wooden cross hoping that the surface Feeds
So the next time you think that you don′t need this
(Lose touch) lose touch where you need to be compromised
(Come back) with roses in a holster
With intent to be lost with a kiss
(Lose grip) lose grip where you need to be civilized
(Cast out) your shadow coming closer
Running down the stairs with a steel trap
(Prison bound)
(BLEGH)
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Nowformynextrickimgoingtoforgetabout Mybandandoverdoseonthehumancondition Becauseatsomepointmyoverblownofftimebullshit Justbecomessofuckingoldold
Likethewayiwillthrowthingsagainstthe
Wallandbreakglassinafitofselfpity
(I am on my own killing moon, and i′m killing myself cuz i can't make waves with bed sheets)
Running down the stairs with a steel trap
(Prison bound)
I′m so fucking sorry
I can't give in again
Everyone′s a funeral, funeral, funeral
Full of guilt for good reasons
Everyone's a funeral, do the twist, do the twist
Yesterday; i′m so fucking far gone
Make sure that your high horse is tightened up, fastened in
Mayday!
Mayday!
Everyone collectively, do the twist, do the twist
Hollywoodish smile
And burned the bridge for sin of our existential style
Now all your friends are jewelry and their locked inside your box
I swore i′d burn your promised land, now it's time for you to watch
Self-shame, set for stardom′s rise
Mansion based slaughterhouse, backing scarce exposure
Tradition can't mock the warming cage faced backwards to the stage
Semi-fixed counter-activity; sermonically automatic
3 tears out of your left eye and you're buried at sea
We sealed metal bars to your wooden cross hoping that the surface Feeds
So the next time you think that you don′t need this
(Lose touch) lose touch where you need to be compromised
(Come back) with roses in a holster
With intent to be lost with a kiss
(Lose grip) lose grip where you need to be civilized
(Cast out) your shadow coming closer
Running down the stairs with a steel trap
(Prison bound)
(BLEGH)
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Mayday!
Nowformynextrickimgoingtoforgetabout Mybandandoverdoseonthehumancondition Becauseatsomepointmyoverblownofftimebullshit Justbecomessofuckingoldold
Likethewayiwillthrowthingsagainstthe
Wallandbreakglassinafitofselfpity
(I am on my own killing moon, and i′m killing myself cuz i can't make waves with bed sheets)
Running down the stairs with a steel trap
(Prison bound)
I′m so fucking sorry
I can't give in again
Everyone′s a funeral, funeral, funeral
Full of guilt for good reasons
Everyone's a funeral, do the twist, do the twist
Yesterday; i′m so fucking far gone
Make sure that your high horse is tightened up, fastened in
Mayday!
Mayday!
Everyone collectively, do the twist, do the twist
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