| Song | Daylight Bombings |
| Artist | The Bled |
| Album | Found In The Flood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bled, Muñoz, Talley | |
| the air raids at night, are keeping things serene. | |
| the president's men are closing in on me. | |
| and the crosshair grin you hold me in still doest not porpose an argument convincing me to shed the devil's clothes. | |
| electrodes to spine. | |
| tongeuning my wounds clean. | |
| that's when the nightmare stops. | |
| oh yeah I had a dream, I had a dream. | |
| it went - shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine. | |
| baptisted as atheists. | |
| I never felt so clean. | |
| the more I hear dove's cry, the less I want to fly. | |
| the more I hear them crying out... | |
| when does the seizure end? | |
| when does the cyanide kick in? | |
| I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
| oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
| and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout in hell. | |
| twilight isnt in the dark on this one you can play me out on the hotel floor. | |
| the more I hear doves cry. | |
| this is where the plot it thickens. | |
| not behind the ribs but below the truth. | |
| you can use your sleuth, cause I'm begging for proof. | |
| when does the seizure end? | |
| when does the cyanide kick in? | |
| I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
| oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
| and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout. | |
| no need to run away. | |
| the pig was snuffed and laid. | |
| we say this happening all on the front page. | |
| this is the last time we bet on landmines. | |
| we've got a lot riding on this one. | |
| so save your bullets for the call back. | |
| we've got a lot riding on this one. | |
| don't turn your back till you see the blood flow black |
| zuo qu : Bled, Mu oz, Talley | |
| the air raids at night, are keeping things serene. | |
| the president' s men are closing in on me. | |
| and the crosshair grin you hold me in still doest not porpose an argument convincing me to shed the devil' s clothes. | |
| electrodes to spine. | |
| tongeuning my wounds clean. | |
| that' s when the nightmare stops. | |
| oh yeah I had a dream, I had a dream. | |
| it went shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine. | |
| baptisted as atheists. | |
| I never felt so clean. | |
| the more I hear dove' s cry, the less I want to fly. | |
| the more I hear them crying out... | |
| when does the seizure end? | |
| when does the cyanide kick in? | |
| I' d like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
| oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
| and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout in hell. | |
| twilight isnt in the dark on this one you can play me out on the hotel floor. | |
| the more I hear doves cry. | |
| this is where the plot it thickens. | |
| not behind the ribs but below the truth. | |
| you can use your sleuth, cause I' m begging for proof. | |
| when does the seizure end? | |
| when does the cyanide kick in? | |
| I' d like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
| oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
| and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout. | |
| no need to run away. | |
| the pig was snuffed and laid. | |
| we say this happening all on the front page. | |
| this is the last time we bet on landmines. | |
| we' ve got a lot riding on this one. | |
| so save your bullets for the call back. | |
| we' ve got a lot riding on this one. | |
| don' t turn your back till you see the blood flow black |
| zuò qǔ : Bled, Mu oz, Talley | |
| the air raids at night, are keeping things serene. | |
| the president' s men are closing in on me. | |
| and the crosshair grin you hold me in still doest not porpose an argument convincing me to shed the devil' s clothes. | |
| electrodes to spine. | |
| tongeuning my wounds clean. | |
| that' s when the nightmare stops. | |
| oh yeah I had a dream, I had a dream. | |
| it went shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine. | |
| baptisted as atheists. | |
| I never felt so clean. | |
| the more I hear dove' s cry, the less I want to fly. | |
| the more I hear them crying out... | |
| when does the seizure end? | |
| when does the cyanide kick in? | |
| I' d like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
| oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
| and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout in hell. | |
| twilight isnt in the dark on this one you can play me out on the hotel floor. | |
| the more I hear doves cry. | |
| this is where the plot it thickens. | |
| not behind the ribs but below the truth. | |
| you can use your sleuth, cause I' m begging for proof. | |
| when does the seizure end? | |
| when does the cyanide kick in? | |
| I' d like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
| oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
| and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout. | |
| no need to run away. | |
| the pig was snuffed and laid. | |
| we say this happening all on the front page. | |
| this is the last time we bet on landmines. | |
| we' ve got a lot riding on this one. | |
| so save your bullets for the call back. | |
| we' ve got a lot riding on this one. | |
| don' t turn your back till you see the blood flow black |