Zobacz utwór: The day i left the womb
Escape The Fate - The day i left the womb
Tekst :
Mother, where are you today?
You took a piece of me the day you went away,
No recollection noe the smell of your perfume,
I took a piece of you the day I left the womb.
Brother, put your needles down.
The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.
Pretty soon, you ll have kids to feed.
If you see mother, tell her I get sick.
[Chorus:]
Please don t worry, I am doing fine.
You re much to busy, to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn t raise.
And daddy, how are you today?
You must be proud of the boys that you have raised.
Your withered heart, and everything its seen,
Your guts and callises, you had kids to feed.
You had kids to feed.
[Chorus:]
Please don t worry, I am doing fine.
You re much to busy, to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The boys you left are men you didn t raise.
Inne utwory
My apocalypse Let it go Harder than you know Something Makeup 10 miles wide Ashley Reverse this curse The webs we weave Friends and alibis The structure falls Chariot of fire Not good enough for truth or cliche Cellar door Situations The flood Losowe utwory
Sun turning round with graceful motion
We re setting off with soft explosion
Bound for a star with fiery oceans
It s (it s) so very lonely, you re a hundred light years from home
It s (it s) so very lonely, you re a hundred light years from...
[Verse 1:]
You been saying that you re on a busy schedule
Well I m standing here today just to let you know
That I m taking over
Now I hope that you re ready for
Ready for me
Now I aint coming at...
Aha, 2000, Bubba Sparxxx, yeah, 2000 baby
Now tell me how y all expect to eat if y all boys ain t hungry
How you figure you gon straighten the beef if y all boys ain t hungry
Shit, you couldn t relate to Bubba...
Non je ne suis pas
Comme... comme... comme toi !
Mais pas cette fois
Comme... comme... comme toi !
Cracher des mots d Amour
Sur celui que l on aime.
Verser dans son discours
Un parfum de haine...
Jouer des mauvais tours,
Se prendre pour la reine,
Chercher à rendre fou,
Quand on perd haleine!
Tout contre toi pour exister,
Je m imprégnais...
[Intro]
(The the, the the, the the, the the)
Don t throw no roses on my grave, boo
That s not a soldier, it s more like an angel
You got no where to run, no one to pray to
Jesus and Moses ain...