| Song | Misery On A Mainline |
| Artist | Clit 45 |
| Album | Self-Hate Crimes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dave, Mike | |
| Like a hole in a 45 | |
| There's an emptiness in all our lives | |
| Lost innocence in tired eyes | |
| And there's oil burning in the east | |
| But it isn't for the lamp of peace | |
| Were already dead, the breathing deceased | |
| People suffer but we just need what we need | |
| Leaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but | |
| So we spend these beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I wont find | |
| Revolving doors of internal wars | |
| (Someone please sew my mouth shut) | |
| Supporting afghan renegades | |
| With a rose and a razorblade | |
| Hitting pipes under city lights | |
| Hung himself on Christmas day | |
| Day I heard his best friend say | |
| Everyone he loves are in their graves | |
| Stuck in these lonely caves we ****ing cant escape | |
| Straws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tape | |
| So we spend these beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I wont find | |
| Meaningless sex, whose sheets am I in? | |
| It's uneasy stench stains my skin | |
| We're all reading out last rights with self-hate crimes | |
| Panhandling for hope under smog filled skies | |
| (Someone please sew his mouth shut) | |
| Give us something to ease this pain | |
| Take it all but it wont go away | |
| Bloodstained we walk in vain | |
| Straight-jacket We're being restrained! | |
| Give us something to ease this pain | |
| Take it all but it wont go away | |
| Bloodstained but all hope is not in vain | |
| Motionless Release the chains! | |
| 10,000 beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I won't find | |
| Burning cross on my TV screen | |
| The tension wont seize there will be no peace | |
| So read me my last rights with self-hate crimes | |
| Tied down she shot it up-we said goodbye | |
| It's all been misery on a mainline |
| zuo qu : Dave, Mike | |
| Like a hole in a 45 | |
| There' s an emptiness in all our lives | |
| Lost innocence in tired eyes | |
| And there' s oil burning in the east | |
| But it isn' t for the lamp of peace | |
| Were already dead, the breathing deceased | |
| People suffer but we just need what we need | |
| Leaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but | |
| So we spend these beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I wont find | |
| Revolving doors of internal wars | |
| Someone please sew my mouth shut | |
| Supporting afghan renegades | |
| With a rose and a razorblade | |
| Hitting pipes under city lights | |
| Hung himself on Christmas day | |
| Day I heard his best friend say | |
| Everyone he loves are in their graves | |
| Stuck in these lonely caves we ing cant escape | |
| Straws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tape | |
| So we spend these beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I wont find | |
| Meaningless sex, whose sheets am I in? | |
| It' s uneasy stench stains my skin | |
| We' re all reading out last rights with selfhate crimes | |
| Panhandling for hope under smog filled skies | |
| Someone please sew his mouth shut | |
| Give us something to ease this pain | |
| Take it all but it wont go away | |
| Bloodstained we walk in vain | |
| Straightjacket We' re being restrained! | |
| Give us something to ease this pain | |
| Take it all but it wont go away | |
| Bloodstained but all hope is not in vain | |
| Motionless Release the chains! | |
| 10, 000 beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I won' t find | |
| Burning cross on my TV screen | |
| The tension wont seize there will be no peace | |
| So read me my last rights with selfhate crimes | |
| Tied down she shot it upwe said goodbye | |
| It' s all been misery on a mainline |
| zuò qǔ : Dave, Mike | |
| Like a hole in a 45 | |
| There' s an emptiness in all our lives | |
| Lost innocence in tired eyes | |
| And there' s oil burning in the east | |
| But it isn' t for the lamp of peace | |
| Were already dead, the breathing deceased | |
| People suffer but we just need what we need | |
| Leaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but | |
| So we spend these beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I wont find | |
| Revolving doors of internal wars | |
| Someone please sew my mouth shut | |
| Supporting afghan renegades | |
| With a rose and a razorblade | |
| Hitting pipes under city lights | |
| Hung himself on Christmas day | |
| Day I heard his best friend say | |
| Everyone he loves are in their graves | |
| Stuck in these lonely caves we ing cant escape | |
| Straws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tape | |
| So we spend these beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I wont find | |
| Meaningless sex, whose sheets am I in? | |
| It' s uneasy stench stains my skin | |
| We' re all reading out last rights with selfhate crimes | |
| Panhandling for hope under smog filled skies | |
| Someone please sew his mouth shut | |
| Give us something to ease this pain | |
| Take it all but it wont go away | |
| Bloodstained we walk in vain | |
| Straightjacket We' re being restrained! | |
| Give us something to ease this pain | |
| Take it all but it wont go away | |
| Bloodstained but all hope is not in vain | |
| Motionless Release the chains! | |
| 10, 000 beer stained nights | |
| Searching for the things that I won' t find | |
| Burning cross on my TV screen | |
| The tension wont seize there will be no peace | |
| So read me my last rights with selfhate crimes | |
| Tied down she shot it upwe said goodbye | |
| It' s all been misery on a mainline |