Lyrics

Yellow-bellied headache Paisley painted lampshade I can't stop repeating myself White bread and water Get me to the corner Stabbing pains and screaming out loud A hallway full of locked black doors Pushing through a crowded floor Wake up with a salt-caked grin From sleeping with the windows open Lights so bright I couldn't see a thing A kaleidoscope of fireflies White hot heat a burning cigarette Like the alter to the antichrist Rushing blood a thunder in my ears Like a super soaker filled with wine Crystal sockets in a dead man's skull If I sweat to death, at least I'll die Naked on the carpet Tell me that you want it I don't know about this idea Hold me to the fire Burn me up like wires Cut me up in pieces for sale A hallway full of locked black doors Pushing through a crowded floor Wake up with a salt-caked grin From sleeping with the windows open Lights so bright I couldn't see a thing A kaleidoscope of fireflies White hot heat a burning cigarette Like the alter to the antichrist Rushing blood a thunder in my ears Like a super soaker filled with wine Crystal sockets in a dead man's skull If I sweat to death, at least I'll die A hallway full of locked black doors Pushing through a crowded floor Wake up with a salt-caked grin From sleeping with the windows open A hallway full of locked black doors Pushing through a crowded floor Wake up with a salt-caked grin From sleeping with the windows open Lights so bright I couldn't see a thing A kaleidoscope of fireflies White hot heat a burning cigarette Like the alter to the antichrist Rushing blood a thunder in my ears Like a super soaker filled with wine Crystal sockets in a dead man's skull If I sweat to death, at least I'll die
Writer(s): Ben Limpic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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