название:

Gone


автор:

Helmet


жанры: rock, metal
альбомы: Monochrome
рейтинг: ★★★★★ / 5.4 / 1422 просмотра
There's a note hanging off from the bedpost, 

Reading west coast is the place that I am going.

I want the ocean rather than your cheekbones.

I know it's cold but the way it's got to be.

There's a note hanging off from the bedpost, 

Reading west coast is the place that I am going.

I want the ocean rather than your cheekbones.

I know it's cooold... 



In all honest I wish I could change

The four letter word we use to explain ourselves.

We start the revolution give me some handcuffs, 

Some good times and something to laugh at.

She's making me a soldier I'm on automatic

On target with nothing to fire back.

I'm always ready to fight I'm always ready

To bleed always ready to throw hands for anything.



I thought we were a hit waiting to happen and I thought we were the new wave transaction.

I can't blame the dj for not playing the song to wipe the crime scene from my chest.

I swear this is murder though my pulse is beamed the coroner says I'm not dead, 

Please tell the dj the suken failer claim is the sort that I have left, 

We're bursting dramatics turning skin into plastic and clothes into body bags



Could start the revolution [2x]



In all honest I wish I could change

The four letter word we use to explain ourselves

Could start the revolution give me some handcuffs, 

Some good times and something to laugh at.

She's making me a soldier I'm on automatic

On target with nothing to fire back.

I'm always ready to fight I'm always ready

To be always ready to throw hands for anything.



[Screaming AH]



You are my favorite person in the whole world.

Wish I could hate it.

You are my favorite person in the whole wide world! 



There's a note hanging off from the bedpost, 

Reading west coast is the place that I'm going.

I want the ocean rather than your cheekbones.

I know it's cold but the way it's got to be.



I thought we were five stars being directed.

I thought we were a best seller to be written.

I can't blame the dj for not playing the song to wipe the crime scene from my chest.

I swear this is murder though my pulse is beamed the coroner says I'm not dead, 

Please tell the dj the suken failer claim is the sort that I have left, 

We're bursting dramatics turning skin into plastic and clothes into body bags.



You are my favorite person in the whole world.

Wish I could hate it.

You are my favorite person in the whole wide world! 



In all honesty I wish I could change

The four letter word we use to explain ourselves.

I want the ocean. I want the ocean.

In all honesty I wish I could change

The four letter word we use to explain ourselves.

I want the ocean. I want the ocean... 

Rather than your cheekbones.
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