Eula Lyrics
| Song | Eula |
| Artist | Baroness |
| Album | Yellow & Green |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Settle down | |
| This won’t last long | |
| I’ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| When my bones begin to break | |
| And my head begins to shake | |
| It’s my own blood | |
| When my house becomes a cage | |
| And the neighbours turn away | |
| It’s my own blood | |
| Settle down | |
| This won’t last long | |
| I’ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| “Where the butcher’s hand is home” | |
| Laughs the blade above the throne | |
| “It’s my own blood” | |
| “Oh, this apple makes me sick” | |
| Cries the pig upon his stick | |
| “It’s my own blood” | |
| And I can’t forget the taste | |
| Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And I can’t forget the taste | |
| Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And If I had a heart | |
| I’d waste it on you | |
| But it’s all together far too long | |
| Since I took you down | |
| Settle down | |
| This won’t last long | |
| I’ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| When we’ve licked all of the lips | |
| And the salt-stained fingertips | |
| It’s our own blood | |
| When our lambs and lions made | |
| Debts no righteous man can pay | |
| It’s our own blood | |
| And I can’t forget the taste | |
| Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And I can’t forget the taste | |
| Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue |
| Settle down | |
| This won' t last long | |
| I' ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| When my bones begin to break | |
| And my head begins to shake | |
| It' s my own blood | |
| When my house becomes a cage | |
| And the neighbours turn away | |
| It' s my own blood | |
| Settle down | |
| This won' t last long | |
| I' ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| " Where the butcher' s hand is home" | |
| Laughs the blade above the throne | |
| " It' s my own blood" | |
| " Oh, this apple makes me sick" | |
| Cries the pig upon his stick | |
| " It' s my own blood" | |
| And I can' t forget the taste | |
| Can' t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And I can' t forget the taste | |
| Can' t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And If I had a heart | |
| I' d waste it on you | |
| But it' s all together far too long | |
| Since I took you down | |
| Settle down | |
| This won' t last long | |
| I' ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| When we' ve licked all of the lips | |
| And the saltstained fingertips | |
| It' s our own blood | |
| When our lambs and lions made | |
| Debts no righteous man can pay | |
| It' s our own blood | |
| And I can' t forget the taste | |
| Can' t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And I can' t forget the taste | |
| Can' t forget the taste of my own tongue |
| Settle down | |
| This won' t last long | |
| I' ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| When my bones begin to break | |
| And my head begins to shake | |
| It' s my own blood | |
| When my house becomes a cage | |
| And the neighbours turn away | |
| It' s my own blood | |
| Settle down | |
| This won' t last long | |
| I' ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| " Where the butcher' s hand is home" | |
| Laughs the blade above the throne | |
| " It' s my own blood" | |
| " Oh, this apple makes me sick" | |
| Cries the pig upon his stick | |
| " It' s my own blood" | |
| And I can' t forget the taste | |
| Can' t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And I can' t forget the taste | |
| Can' t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And If I had a heart | |
| I' d waste it on you | |
| But it' s all together far too long | |
| Since I took you down | |
| Settle down | |
| This won' t last long | |
| I' ve been out | |
| And I want back in | |
| So why not completely fade away | |
| When we' ve licked all of the lips | |
| And the saltstained fingertips | |
| It' s our own blood | |
| When our lambs and lions made | |
| Debts no righteous man can pay | |
| It' s our own blood | |
| And I can' t forget the taste | |
| Can' t forget the taste of my own tongue | |
| And I can' t forget the taste | |
| Can' t forget the taste of my own tongue |
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