No Future Part IV : No Future Triumphant Lyrics
| Song | No Future Part IV : No Future Triumphant |
| Artist | Titus Andronicus |
| Album | The Most Lamentable Tragedy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:33.680] | Some days start with an earthquake |
| [00:35.770] | The bed shakes until it breaks |
| [00:37.720] | And I hate to be awake |
| [00:39.730] | |
| [00:41.790] | Most days start with a dull ache |
| [00:43.960] | Enough weight to crush my face |
| [00:45.940] | And I hate to be awake |
| [00:48.030] | |
| [00:50.010] | Both ways are about the same |
| [00:52.040] | Making my mouth complain |
| [00:54.130] | Is pounding the trouser snake |
| [00:56.140] | |
| [00:56.960] | So I just lie and count the chains |
| [00:59.100] | Assign them a thousand names |
| [01:00.910] | To praise their astounding strength |
| [01:03.120] | My portrait, proud and vain, hanging without a frame |
| [01:06.900] | On the wall of the house of pain |
| [01:10.520] | |
| [01:11.000] | Fragrance of a pungent skunk |
| [01:13.170] | Hung in the repugnant |
| [01:15.150] | Dungeon where I have sunk |
| [01:17.580] | |
| [01:18.310] | But I can't say it just once |
| [01:19.720] | Fragrance of a pungent skunk |
| [01:21.420] | Hung in a repugnant |
| [01:23.230] | Dungeon where I have sunk |
| [01:26.760] | |
| [01:27.100] | Ooh it stunk |
| [01:28.880] | Cowering in the glowering gloom |
| [01:30.490] | Ex-human left entombed, never to be exhumed |
| [01:34.470] | Remember the flowers in bloom just for an hour or two |
| [01:38.000] | Then back to the sourest mood |
| [01:40.200] | |
| [01:40.600] | Forfeit the power to move |
| [01:42.410] | Total paralysis soon |
| [01:44.270] | None welcome to the |
| [01:45.910] | Ruins of my room |
| [01:48.570] | Door's closed and there’s no window |
| [01:52.860] | To this odious remote rodent hole |
| [01:57.860] | Inside we'd find the frozen ghost |
| [02:02.380] | But we won’t expose his decomposing soul |
| [02:08.170] | Flesh that roasts on smoldering coals |
| [02:13.120] | Blood that flows from broken nose |
| [02:18.060] | The moss that grows on rolling stones |
| [02:23.060] | Floating boats, the ocean throw and pull below |
| [02:31.190] | "The loser's movements are truly fruitless |
| [02:35.910] | The stupid student won't improve one bit |
| [02:40.710] | He refuses to do his tricks |
| [02:43.230] | Confused with the rudiments |
| [02:45.660] | Cruel unusual punishment |
| [02:50.090] | May prove prudent" |
| [02:58.090] |
| [00:33.680] | Some days start with an earthquake |
| [00:35.770] | The bed shakes until it breaks |
| [00:37.720] | And I hate to be awake |
| [00:39.730] | |
| [00:41.790] | Most days start with a dull ache |
| [00:43.960] | Enough weight to crush my face |
| [00:45.940] | And I hate to be awake |
| [00:48.030] | |
| [00:50.010] | Both ways are about the same |
| [00:52.040] | Making my mouth complain |
| [00:54.130] | Is pounding the trouser snake |
| [00:56.140] | |
| [00:56.960] | So I just lie and count the chains |
| [00:59.100] | Assign them a thousand names |
| [01:00.910] | To praise their astounding strength |
| [01:03.120] | My portrait, proud and vain, hanging without a frame |
| [01:06.900] | On the wall of the house of pain |
| [01:10.520] | |
| [01:11.000] | Fragrance of a pungent skunk |
| [01:13.170] | Hung in the repugnant |
| [01:15.150] | Dungeon where I have sunk |
| [01:17.580] | |
| [01:18.310] | But I can' t say it just once |
| [01:19.720] | Fragrance of a pungent skunk |
| [01:21.420] | Hung in a repugnant |
| [01:23.230] | Dungeon where I have sunk |
| [01:26.760] | |
| [01:27.100] | Ooh it stunk |
| [01:28.880] | Cowering in the glowering gloom |
| [01:30.490] | Exhuman left entombed, never to be exhumed |
| [01:34.470] | Remember the flowers in bloom just for an hour or two |
| [01:38.000] | Then back to the sourest mood |
| [01:40.200] | |
| [01:40.600] | Forfeit the power to move |
| [01:42.410] | Total paralysis soon |
| [01:44.270] | None welcome to the |
| [01:45.910] | Ruins of my room |
| [01:48.570] | Door' s closed and there' s no window |
| [01:52.860] | To this odious remote rodent hole |
| [01:57.860] | Inside we' d find the frozen ghost |
| [02:02.380] | But we won' t expose his decomposing soul |
| [02:08.170] | Flesh that roasts on smoldering coals |
| [02:13.120] | Blood that flows from broken nose |
| [02:18.060] | The moss that grows on rolling stones |
| [02:23.060] | Floating boats, the ocean throw and pull below |
| [02:31.190] | " The loser' s movements are truly fruitless |
| [02:35.910] | The stupid student won' t improve one bit |
| [02:40.710] | He refuses to do his tricks |
| [02:43.230] | Confused with the rudiments |
| [02:45.660] | Cruel unusual punishment |
| [02:50.090] | May prove prudent" |
| [02:58.090] |
| [00:33.680] | Some days start with an earthquake |
| [00:35.770] | The bed shakes until it breaks |
| [00:37.720] | And I hate to be awake |
| [00:39.730] | |
| [00:41.790] | Most days start with a dull ache |
| [00:43.960] | Enough weight to crush my face |
| [00:45.940] | And I hate to be awake |
| [00:48.030] | |
| [00:50.010] | Both ways are about the same |
| [00:52.040] | Making my mouth complain |
| [00:54.130] | Is pounding the trouser snake |
| [00:56.140] | |
| [00:56.960] | So I just lie and count the chains |
| [00:59.100] | Assign them a thousand names |
| [01:00.910] | To praise their astounding strength |
| [01:03.120] | My portrait, proud and vain, hanging without a frame |
| [01:06.900] | On the wall of the house of pain |
| [01:10.520] | |
| [01:11.000] | Fragrance of a pungent skunk |
| [01:13.170] | Hung in the repugnant |
| [01:15.150] | Dungeon where I have sunk |
| [01:17.580] | |
| [01:18.310] | But I can' t say it just once |
| [01:19.720] | Fragrance of a pungent skunk |
| [01:21.420] | Hung in a repugnant |
| [01:23.230] | Dungeon where I have sunk |
| [01:26.760] | |
| [01:27.100] | Ooh it stunk |
| [01:28.880] | Cowering in the glowering gloom |
| [01:30.490] | Exhuman left entombed, never to be exhumed |
| [01:34.470] | Remember the flowers in bloom just for an hour or two |
| [01:38.000] | Then back to the sourest mood |
| [01:40.200] | |
| [01:40.600] | Forfeit the power to move |
| [01:42.410] | Total paralysis soon |
| [01:44.270] | None welcome to the |
| [01:45.910] | Ruins of my room |
| [01:48.570] | Door' s closed and there' s no window |
| [01:52.860] | To this odious remote rodent hole |
| [01:57.860] | Inside we' d find the frozen ghost |
| [02:02.380] | But we won' t expose his decomposing soul |
| [02:08.170] | Flesh that roasts on smoldering coals |
| [02:13.120] | Blood that flows from broken nose |
| [02:18.060] | The moss that grows on rolling stones |
| [02:23.060] | Floating boats, the ocean throw and pull below |
| [02:31.190] | " The loser' s movements are truly fruitless |
| [02:35.910] | The stupid student won' t improve one bit |
| [02:40.710] | He refuses to do his tricks |
| [02:43.230] | Confused with the rudiments |
| [02:45.660] | Cruel unusual punishment |
| [02:50.090] | May prove prudent" |
| [02:58.090] |
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