Heven Tonite Lyrics
| Song | Heven Tonite |
| Artist | The Coup |
| Album | Party Music |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : James, Riley | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don't nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let's make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don't nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let's make heven tonite | |
| Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs | |
| May my arteries and heart oscillate as one | |
| If police come may I awake escape and run | |
| In the morning may I have the sake to scrape the funds | |
| And if I take the plunge | |
| May it be said that I wasn't afraid to shake my tongue | |
| Show the state was scum | |
| Makin' sure that the callin' bell of fate was rung | |
| 'Cause if they could they would | |
| Have probably tried to rape the sun | |
| Someone said that this is just my body | |
| Wait for the after party | |
| Where ain't no shut-off note | |
| And every wallet there is knotty | |
| Feet are on the asphalt | |
| Dick in the dirt | |
| This system take vickin' to work | |
| Listen alert | |
| Check out the introvert | |
| In the corner with the rip in her skirt | |
| Stomach pains so she grippin' her shirt | |
| Ain't never had dinner | |
| So she know she ain't gettin' dessert | |
| Don't try to tell me it's her mission to hurt | |
| I got faith in the people and they power to fight | |
| We gon' make the struggle blossom | |
| Like a flower to light | |
| I know that we could take power tonight | |
| Make 'em cower from might | |
| And get emergency clearance from the tower for flight | |
| I ain't sittin in your pews less you helpin' me resist and refuse | |
| Show me a list of your views | |
| If you really love me, help me tear this mutha****a up | |
| Consider this my tithe for the offer cup | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don't nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let's make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don't nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let's make heven tonite | |
| I used to think about infinity | |
| And how my memory is finna be | |
| Invisibly slim in that vicinity | |
| And though the stars are magnificent | |
| Whiskey and the midnight sky can make you feel insignificant | |
| The revolution in this tune and verse | |
| Is a bid for my love to touch the universe | |
| Strugglin' over wages and funds | |
| Let the movement get contagious and run | |
| Through the end when it's gauges and guns | |
| And if we win in the ages to come | |
| We'll have a chapter where the history pages are from | |
| They won't never know our name or face | |
| But feel our soul in free food they taste | |
| Feel our passion when they heat they house | |
| When they got power on the streets | |
| And the police don't beat 'em about | |
| Let's make health care centers on every block | |
| Let's give everybody homes and a garden plot | |
| Let's give all the schools books | |
| Ten kids a class | |
| And give 'em truth for their pencils and pads | |
| Retail clerk, love ballads | |
| Where you place this song | |
| Let's make heven right here | |
| Just in case they wrong | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don't nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let's make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don't nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let's make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don't nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let's make heven tonite |
| zuo ci : James, Riley | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs | |
| May my arteries and heart oscillate as one | |
| If police come may I awake escape and run | |
| In the morning may I have the sake to scrape the funds | |
| And if I take the plunge | |
| May it be said that I wasn' t afraid to shake my tongue | |
| Show the state was scum | |
| Makin' sure that the callin' bell of fate was rung | |
| ' Cause if they could they would | |
| Have probably tried to rape the sun | |
| Someone said that this is just my body | |
| Wait for the after party | |
| Where ain' t no shutoff note | |
| And every wallet there is knotty | |
| Feet are on the asphalt | |
| Dick in the dirt | |
| This system take vickin' to work | |
| Listen alert | |
| Check out the introvert | |
| In the corner with the rip in her skirt | |
| Stomach pains so she grippin' her shirt | |
| Ain' t never had dinner | |
| So she know she ain' t gettin' dessert | |
| Don' t try to tell me it' s her mission to hurt | |
| I got faith in the people and they power to fight | |
| We gon' make the struggle blossom | |
| Like a flower to light | |
| I know that we could take power tonight | |
| Make ' em cower from might | |
| And get emergency clearance from the tower for flight | |
| I ain' t sittin in your pews less you helpin' me resist and refuse | |
| Show me a list of your views | |
| If you really love me, help me tear this mutha a up | |
| Consider this my tithe for the offer cup | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| I used to think about infinity | |
| And how my memory is finna be | |
| Invisibly slim in that vicinity | |
| And though the stars are magnificent | |
| Whiskey and the midnight sky can make you feel insignificant | |
| The revolution in this tune and verse | |
| Is a bid for my love to touch the universe | |
| Strugglin' over wages and funds | |
| Let the movement get contagious and run | |
| Through the end when it' s gauges and guns | |
| And if we win in the ages to come | |
| We' ll have a chapter where the history pages are from | |
| They won' t never know our name or face | |
| But feel our soul in free food they taste | |
| Feel our passion when they heat they house | |
| When they got power on the streets | |
| And the police don' t beat ' em about | |
| Let' s make health care centers on every block | |
| Let' s give everybody homes and a garden plot | |
| Let' s give all the schools books | |
| Ten kids a class | |
| And give ' em truth for their pencils and pads | |
| Retail clerk, love ballads | |
| Where you place this song | |
| Let' s make heven right here | |
| Just in case they wrong | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite |
| zuò cí : James, Riley | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs | |
| May my arteries and heart oscillate as one | |
| If police come may I awake escape and run | |
| In the morning may I have the sake to scrape the funds | |
| And if I take the plunge | |
| May it be said that I wasn' t afraid to shake my tongue | |
| Show the state was scum | |
| Makin' sure that the callin' bell of fate was rung | |
| ' Cause if they could they would | |
| Have probably tried to rape the sun | |
| Someone said that this is just my body | |
| Wait for the after party | |
| Where ain' t no shutoff note | |
| And every wallet there is knotty | |
| Feet are on the asphalt | |
| Dick in the dirt | |
| This system take vickin' to work | |
| Listen alert | |
| Check out the introvert | |
| In the corner with the rip in her skirt | |
| Stomach pains so she grippin' her shirt | |
| Ain' t never had dinner | |
| So she know she ain' t gettin' dessert | |
| Don' t try to tell me it' s her mission to hurt | |
| I got faith in the people and they power to fight | |
| We gon' make the struggle blossom | |
| Like a flower to light | |
| I know that we could take power tonight | |
| Make ' em cower from might | |
| And get emergency clearance from the tower for flight | |
| I ain' t sittin in your pews less you helpin' me resist and refuse | |
| Show me a list of your views | |
| If you really love me, help me tear this mutha a up | |
| Consider this my tithe for the offer cup | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| I used to think about infinity | |
| And how my memory is finna be | |
| Invisibly slim in that vicinity | |
| And though the stars are magnificent | |
| Whiskey and the midnight sky can make you feel insignificant | |
| The revolution in this tune and verse | |
| Is a bid for my love to touch the universe | |
| Strugglin' over wages and funds | |
| Let the movement get contagious and run | |
| Through the end when it' s gauges and guns | |
| And if we win in the ages to come | |
| We' ll have a chapter where the history pages are from | |
| They won' t never know our name or face | |
| But feel our soul in free food they taste | |
| Feel our passion when they heat they house | |
| When they got power on the streets | |
| And the police don' t beat ' em about | |
| Let' s make health care centers on every block | |
| Let' s give everybody homes and a garden plot | |
| Let' s give all the schools books | |
| Ten kids a class | |
| And give ' em truth for their pencils and pads | |
| Retail clerk, love ballads | |
| Where you place this song | |
| Let' s make heven right here | |
| Just in case they wrong | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite | |
| Preacher man wanna save my soul | |
| Don' t nobody wanna save my life | |
| People we done lost control | |
| Let' s make heven tonite |
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