The Longshoreman's Lament Lyrics
| Song | The Longshoreman's Lament |
| Artist | The Falcon |
| Album | Unicornography |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Falcon, Kelly | |
| For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles around me. (Can you fell it now? Come on and feel it now!) | |
| I'm like a log in the fire, and shit, | |
| I don't know what to believe. (Can you feel it mow...come on feel it now...) | |
| Black soled feet and a burlap throne. | |
| I'm gonna cry 'til | |
| Daddy comes home. | |
| Yeah, you really never know (we really gotta go). | |
| I'm yellow stained rotten. | |
| I'm gone and forgotten. (It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe...) | |
| I fucked the whole crew now my skin's grey and spotting. (Can you feel it yet? It's what we all get!) | |
| The sailors and the prostitutes are dancing on the graves of all the noblemen and the maidens and the slaves. | |
| The longshore haunts are empty. | |
| The sticky spots have dried. | |
| I'm drowning in my skin from the tears | |
| I never cried. | |
| Fuck the "Lord be with you's" and fuck the "Bless my soul's". | |
| Go down to the barrel and stick it in the hole. | |
| Stick it in the motherfucking hole! |
| zuo qu : Falcon, Kelly | |
| For some reason this greasy dead season' s running circles around me. Can you fell it now? Come on and feel it now! | |
| I' m like a log in the fire, and shit, | |
| I don' t know what to believe. Can you feel it mow... come on feel it now... | |
| Black soled feet and a burlap throne. | |
| I' m gonna cry ' til | |
| Daddy comes home. | |
| Yeah, you really never know we really gotta go. | |
| I' m yellow stained rotten. | |
| I' m gone and forgotten. It' s the windpipe, they cut the windpipe... | |
| I fucked the whole crew now my skin' s grey and spotting. Can you feel it yet? It' s what we all get! | |
| The sailors and the prostitutes are dancing on the graves of all the noblemen and the maidens and the slaves. | |
| The longshore haunts are empty. | |
| The sticky spots have dried. | |
| I' m drowning in my skin from the tears | |
| I never cried. | |
| Fuck the " Lord be with you' s" and fuck the " Bless my soul' s". | |
| Go down to the barrel and stick it in the hole. | |
| Stick it in the motherfucking hole! |
| zuò qǔ : Falcon, Kelly | |
| For some reason this greasy dead season' s running circles around me. Can you fell it now? Come on and feel it now! | |
| I' m like a log in the fire, and shit, | |
| I don' t know what to believe. Can you feel it mow... come on feel it now... | |
| Black soled feet and a burlap throne. | |
| I' m gonna cry ' til | |
| Daddy comes home. | |
| Yeah, you really never know we really gotta go. | |
| I' m yellow stained rotten. | |
| I' m gone and forgotten. It' s the windpipe, they cut the windpipe... | |
| I fucked the whole crew now my skin' s grey and spotting. Can you feel it yet? It' s what we all get! | |
| The sailors and the prostitutes are dancing on the graves of all the noblemen and the maidens and the slaves. | |
| The longshore haunts are empty. | |
| The sticky spots have dried. | |
| I' m drowning in my skin from the tears | |
| I never cried. | |
| Fuck the " Lord be with you' s" and fuck the " Bless my soul' s". | |
| Go down to the barrel and stick it in the hole. | |
| Stick it in the motherfucking hole! |
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