Acorns Lyrics
| Song | Acorns |
| Artist | Max Tundra |
| Album | Mastered by Guy at The Exchange |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jacobs | |
| Spitting blood in a sink in a German hotel bathroom | |
| A wet clot of red gum juice, souvenir of wisdom's ration | |
| Rinsing face, drying hair, humming "Oh Engineer" by the brothers Larcombe | |
| Thinking of the bands I never got a chance to spend my cash on | |
| Ché and his Caballero chucked it in when I said I liked them | |
| Now I'll never catch them in a smoky room on Highbury Corner | |
| I shall weep for them another day because I'm at the fulcrum | |
| Of the Voodoo graveyard see-saw and I'm not the only mourner | |
| What do we do when our friends split up? | |
| Five little sevens then belly up | |
| There's no more ash, no more soda pop | |
| Why did those five have to make it stop? | |
| At least we have Storm And Stress to show for the DC Implosion | |
| Mushrooms grown on an upstairs Smalley wall | |
| Are chopped down and moved away from | |
| Five icemen melt without hint of a reforming notion | |
| And the clan I saw perform the most give a bow and leave my kingdom | |
| Talented friends and 25 eclipse the work of certain strummers | |
| Steel-string chords and a railway or a globe, or Mr. Bickle's nonsense | |
| Who can rescue us from the Embrace of these Monsoonless summers? | |
| Don't rely on magic, friends because in rock there are no constants | |
| What do we do when our friends split up? | |
| Is there no way they can make it up? | |
| If you bump into my penta friends | |
| Be sure to ask if they meant to end |
| zuo qu : Jacobs | |
| Spitting blood in a sink in a German hotel bathroom | |
| A wet clot of red gum juice, souvenir of wisdom' s ration | |
| Rinsing face, drying hair, humming " Oh Engineer" by the brothers Larcombe | |
| Thinking of the bands I never got a chance to spend my cash on | |
| Che and his Caballero chucked it in when I said I liked them | |
| Now I' ll never catch them in a smoky room on Highbury Corner | |
| I shall weep for them another day because I' m at the fulcrum | |
| Of the Voodoo graveyard seesaw and I' m not the only mourner | |
| What do we do when our friends split up? | |
| Five little sevens then belly up | |
| There' s no more ash, no more soda pop | |
| Why did those five have to make it stop? | |
| At least we have Storm And Stress to show for the DC Implosion | |
| Mushrooms grown on an upstairs Smalley wall | |
| Are chopped down and moved away from | |
| Five icemen melt without hint of a reforming notion | |
| And the clan I saw perform the most give a bow and leave my kingdom | |
| Talented friends and 25 eclipse the work of certain strummers | |
| Steelstring chords and a railway or a globe, or Mr. Bickle' s nonsense | |
| Who can rescue us from the Embrace of these Monsoonless summers? | |
| Don' t rely on magic, friends because in rock there are no constants | |
| What do we do when our friends split up? | |
| Is there no way they can make it up? | |
| If you bump into my penta friends | |
| Be sure to ask if they meant to end |
| zuò qǔ : Jacobs | |
| Spitting blood in a sink in a German hotel bathroom | |
| A wet clot of red gum juice, souvenir of wisdom' s ration | |
| Rinsing face, drying hair, humming " Oh Engineer" by the brothers Larcombe | |
| Thinking of the bands I never got a chance to spend my cash on | |
| Ché and his Caballero chucked it in when I said I liked them | |
| Now I' ll never catch them in a smoky room on Highbury Corner | |
| I shall weep for them another day because I' m at the fulcrum | |
| Of the Voodoo graveyard seesaw and I' m not the only mourner | |
| What do we do when our friends split up? | |
| Five little sevens then belly up | |
| There' s no more ash, no more soda pop | |
| Why did those five have to make it stop? | |
| At least we have Storm And Stress to show for the DC Implosion | |
| Mushrooms grown on an upstairs Smalley wall | |
| Are chopped down and moved away from | |
| Five icemen melt without hint of a reforming notion | |
| And the clan I saw perform the most give a bow and leave my kingdom | |
| Talented friends and 25 eclipse the work of certain strummers | |
| Steelstring chords and a railway or a globe, or Mr. Bickle' s nonsense | |
| Who can rescue us from the Embrace of these Monsoonless summers? | |
| Don' t rely on magic, friends because in rock there are no constants | |
| What do we do when our friends split up? | |
| Is there no way they can make it up? | |
| If you bump into my penta friends | |
| Be sure to ask if they meant to end |
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