Strangelight Lyrics
| Song | Strangelight |
| Artist | Fugazi |
| Album | The Argument |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fugazi | |
| the sun's a strange light nothing grows right anymore | |
| scars on every stalk | |
| whose mouth should i use to talk? | |
| the force that marks the routine | |
| temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing | |
| and lay our heads in it now | |
| it's hard to punch the clock on the site where production stopped | |
| i'm just a warehouse filled with junk | |
| some somethings for some someones tacking | |
| time with tracking eye tectonic shifts one nerve at a time | |
| i lay my head in it a hundred plans to fortify beige concrete foes on for miles | |
| hiding cities under it fill my mouth with with non-mouth spit there was a light at | |
| the window there was light under the door but it's not there anymore | |
| (come on over get your shoes on put your feet on baby come on over) |
| zuo ci : Fugazi | |
| the sun' s a strange light nothing grows right anymore | |
| scars on every stalk | |
| whose mouth should i use to talk? | |
| the force that marks the routine | |
| temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing | |
| and lay our heads in it now | |
| it' s hard to punch the clock on the site where production stopped | |
| i' m just a warehouse filled with junk | |
| some somethings for some someones tacking | |
| time with tracking eye tectonic shifts one nerve at a time | |
| i lay my head in it a hundred plans to fortify beige concrete foes on for miles | |
| hiding cities under it fill my mouth with with nonmouth spit there was a light at | |
| the window there was light under the door but it' s not there anymore | |
| come on over get your shoes on put your feet on baby come on over |
| zuò cí : Fugazi | |
| the sun' s a strange light nothing grows right anymore | |
| scars on every stalk | |
| whose mouth should i use to talk? | |
| the force that marks the routine | |
| temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing | |
| and lay our heads in it now | |
| it' s hard to punch the clock on the site where production stopped | |
| i' m just a warehouse filled with junk | |
| some somethings for some someones tacking | |
| time with tracking eye tectonic shifts one nerve at a time | |
| i lay my head in it a hundred plans to fortify beige concrete foes on for miles | |
| hiding cities under it fill my mouth with with nonmouth spit there was a light at | |
| the window there was light under the door but it' s not there anymore | |
| come on over get your shoes on put your feet on baby come on over |
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