| Song | The Marvelous Slut |
| Artist | Every Time I Die |
| Album | New Junk Aesthetic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Every Time I Die | |
| How ironic, | |
| I'm nailed to the cross | |
| While the vultures stuff their mouths | |
| God and the devil are split by a thin white line | |
| Six feet from an early grave | |
| Nine inches from being saved | |
| Eighteen hundred miles | |
| Of skeletons on the interstate | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away to be yours? | |
| Six feet from an early grave | |
| Nine inches from being saved | |
| Eighteen hundred miles | |
| Of skeletons on the interstate | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| If death's coming it best come quick | |
| If death's coming it best come quick | |
| If death's coming it best come quick or | |
| I'm all yours | |
| Her clothes will crack and peel off | |
| A heart sins in a heaven made soft | |
| I am eaten of worms 'till | |
| I give up the ghost | |
| If death's coming it best come quick | |
| If death's coming it best come quick | |
| If death's coming it best come quick or | |
| I'm all yours | |
| Take me home | |
| How ironic, | |
| I'm nailed to the cross | |
| While the vultures stuff their mouths | |
| God and the devil are split by a thin white line | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| I'm worth nothing to me |
| zuo qu : Every Time I Die | |
| How ironic, | |
| I' m nailed to the cross | |
| While the vultures stuff their mouths | |
| God and the devil are split by a thin white line | |
| Six feet from an early grave | |
| Nine inches from being saved | |
| Eighteen hundred miles | |
| Of skeletons on the interstate | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away to be yours? | |
| Six feet from an early grave | |
| Nine inches from being saved | |
| Eighteen hundred miles | |
| Of skeletons on the interstate | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick or | |
| I' m all yours | |
| Her clothes will crack and peel off | |
| A heart sins in a heaven made soft | |
| I am eaten of worms ' till | |
| I give up the ghost | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick or | |
| I' m all yours | |
| Take me home | |
| How ironic, | |
| I' m nailed to the cross | |
| While the vultures stuff their mouths | |
| God and the devil are split by a thin white line | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| I' m worth nothing to me |
| zuò qǔ : Every Time I Die | |
| How ironic, | |
| I' m nailed to the cross | |
| While the vultures stuff their mouths | |
| God and the devil are split by a thin white line | |
| Six feet from an early grave | |
| Nine inches from being saved | |
| Eighteen hundred miles | |
| Of skeletons on the interstate | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away to be yours? | |
| Six feet from an early grave | |
| Nine inches from being saved | |
| Eighteen hundred miles | |
| Of skeletons on the interstate | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick or | |
| I' m all yours | |
| Her clothes will crack and peel off | |
| A heart sins in a heaven made soft | |
| I am eaten of worms ' till | |
| I give up the ghost | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick | |
| If death' s coming it best come quick or | |
| I' m all yours | |
| Take me home | |
| How ironic, | |
| I' m nailed to the cross | |
| While the vultures stuff their mouths | |
| God and the devil are split by a thin white line | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| Why do I bleed so easily? | |
| Why do I give myself away? | |
| I' m worth nothing to me |