Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cyanide breath mint”
- #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: BobaVader@aol.com Date: Tue, 21 Nov 1995 18:07:49 -0500 Subject: cyanide breath mint(beck) lyrics Cyanide Breath Mint -- Beck (From: One Foot In The Grave) Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinkin' fire Goin' down to the sea They've got people to meet Shaking hands with themselves Lookin' out for themselves When they ask you credit You give them a branch When they want to get it You chew on the grass I know, I know 'Cause they told me to tell you There's nothing to tell you There's nothing to sell you In the afternoon Riding the scape goat Burning equipment Decomposing Cool of your jets Take off your sweats I got a funny feeling They've got plastic in the afterlife When they want you to cry Leap up into the sky When they suck your mind Like a pigeon you'll fly I know, I know It's the positive people Running from their time Looking for some feeling
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