Unheavenly Creatures

كلمات Unheavenly Creatures

السنة2018
النوعRock Roll
المدة4:21
اللغة الأصليةالإنجليزية
المشاهدات1.6K
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We were young and had it all figured out She was the quiet one and I had the mouth until She fell to me We escaped through the alley in the back Judge told me: Creature, don't you dare go back! But I couldn't dodge the ringing in my head Her lonely, solemn voice through the echoes as it said Please don't leave me here, my love Oh, pretty angel Swinging from your cable I fear, my dear The end is near So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun! Did anybody treat you better? To obey and follow to the letter I fear my dear The end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun! There was something I forgot to tell her then Between the kiss and knock em dead, kid There will be no other like you Now I can't keep the guilt from my heart The stuttering emotions keep me fixed to fall apart And I know I'm leaving all this sweat in our bed A broken heart bleeding with a gun to my head Oh, pretty angel Swinging from your cable I fear, my dear The end is near So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun! Did anybody treat you better? To obey and follow to the letter I fear my dear The end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun! Like a son of a gun A son of a gun The weight of the world on the shoulders Can you feel the thunder? All Unheavenly Creatures We're all Unheavenly Creatures On the way to the car, I heard a voice a little louder Please don't leave me here, my love Oh, pretty angel Swinging from your cable I fear, my dear The end is near So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun! Did anybody treat you better? To obey and follow to the letter I fear my dear The end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun! Oh, pretty angel Swinging from your cable I fear, my dear The end is near So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun! Did anybody treat you better? To obey and follow to the letter I fear my dear The end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun!