Pretty Dirty Lyrics
| Song | Pretty Dirty |
| Artist | Every Time I Die |
| Album | Gutter Phenomenon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Every Time I Die | |
| The great | |
| American mischief has muted our hearts | |
| And our rhythms are met | |
| With the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars | |
| It's all but too much | |
| So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved | |
| Everybody get fed up | |
| My baby better get high' | |
| Cause, I got something that | |
| I need to confess | |
| The dead men talking are longing | |
| For so much more than simply the obvious | |
| Cut us off | |
| We're suffering, hysterical | |
| Lighting the flare from the foot of her bed | |
| I've been begging you for less mercy than this | |
| But the only thing you need to know | |
| Is that you never wanted to know | |
| Take it off, take it back | |
| Or take cover because we're nearing a nerve | |
| Dead is wasted on the patient | |
| So make haste and head for the wake | |
| Now the hornets inhabit the hearts | |
| We've abandoned, we are the gone | |
| Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses | |
| And dance straight through the psalm | |
| I was right all along | |
| I'm dead in the water, don't come for me | |
| I was once alive in the desert’s eyes | |
| On the day it wed the sea | |
| I drew a chalk outline around your city | |
| I hushed the sobs in your halls | |
| But we both know that it's killer | |
| Baby, he'll outrun them all | |
| There is so much shame | |
| In how little we've gained for so long | |
| Now the sky is falling | |
| And you're just repeating everything | |
| I sayYou're not listening close enough, it's a catastrophe | |
| You have not been concentrating | |
| Pay attention there will be an exam | |
| Build an ark, build an ark | |
| Come bring us back to the ruin | |
| Drifting out of our heads | |
| Taped off the sky above your city | |
| Dusted for prints on the chapel wall | |
| But we all know that it's killer | |
| Baby, I will outrun them all |
| zuo qu : Every Time I Die | |
| The great | |
| American mischief has muted our hearts | |
| And our rhythms are met | |
| With the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars | |
| It' s all but too much | |
| So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved | |
| Everybody get fed up | |
| My baby better get high' | |
| Cause, I got something that | |
| I need to confess | |
| The dead men talking are longing | |
| For so much more than simply the obvious | |
| Cut us off | |
| We' re suffering, hysterical | |
| Lighting the flare from the foot of her bed | |
| I' ve been begging you for less mercy than this | |
| But the only thing you need to know | |
| Is that you never wanted to know | |
| Take it off, take it back | |
| Or take cover because we' re nearing a nerve | |
| Dead is wasted on the patient | |
| So make haste and head for the wake | |
| Now the hornets inhabit the hearts | |
| We' ve abandoned, we are the gone | |
| Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses | |
| And dance straight through the psalm | |
| I was right all along | |
| I' m dead in the water, don' t come for me | |
| I was once alive in the desert' s eyes | |
| On the day it wed the sea | |
| I drew a chalk outline around your city | |
| I hushed the sobs in your halls | |
| But we both know that it' s killer | |
| Baby, he' ll outrun them all | |
| There is so much shame | |
| In how little we' ve gained for so long | |
| Now the sky is falling | |
| And you' re just repeating everything | |
| I sayYou' re not listening close enough, it' s a catastrophe | |
| You have not been concentrating | |
| Pay attention there will be an exam | |
| Build an ark, build an ark | |
| Come bring us back to the ruin | |
| Drifting out of our heads | |
| Taped off the sky above your city | |
| Dusted for prints on the chapel wall | |
| But we all know that it' s killer | |
| Baby, I will outrun them all |
| zuò qǔ : Every Time I Die | |
| The great | |
| American mischief has muted our hearts | |
| And our rhythms are met | |
| With the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars | |
| It' s all but too much | |
| So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved | |
| Everybody get fed up | |
| My baby better get high' | |
| Cause, I got something that | |
| I need to confess | |
| The dead men talking are longing | |
| For so much more than simply the obvious | |
| Cut us off | |
| We' re suffering, hysterical | |
| Lighting the flare from the foot of her bed | |
| I' ve been begging you for less mercy than this | |
| But the only thing you need to know | |
| Is that you never wanted to know | |
| Take it off, take it back | |
| Or take cover because we' re nearing a nerve | |
| Dead is wasted on the patient | |
| So make haste and head for the wake | |
| Now the hornets inhabit the hearts | |
| We' ve abandoned, we are the gone | |
| Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses | |
| And dance straight through the psalm | |
| I was right all along | |
| I' m dead in the water, don' t come for me | |
| I was once alive in the desert' s eyes | |
| On the day it wed the sea | |
| I drew a chalk outline around your city | |
| I hushed the sobs in your halls | |
| But we both know that it' s killer | |
| Baby, he' ll outrun them all | |
| There is so much shame | |
| In how little we' ve gained for so long | |
| Now the sky is falling | |
| And you' re just repeating everything | |
| I sayYou' re not listening close enough, it' s a catastrophe | |
| You have not been concentrating | |
| Pay attention there will be an exam | |
| Build an ark, build an ark | |
| Come bring us back to the ruin | |
| Drifting out of our heads | |
| Taped off the sky above your city | |
| Dusted for prints on the chapel wall | |
| But we all know that it' s killer | |
| Baby, I will outrun them all |
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