Birmingham

歌詞

Face the facts and don't look back There's a hole in this middle town affair There's a whole inquest Like a hole in the rest That I think I'm going to have to sit in You're a sleeping bag You're a rhyming slug Pressure pressure Man is sick of chairs From the heart of the sins above ground Around here I think I'm Jesus And I'm sick of all the songs about love There's a head hunt in Birmingham We're going to hurry down the same old roads I'm not going to think that I'm a Jesus Sorry this and sorry that's the same old bone Pressure pressure Fix this kiss this I'm not sick I'm going to handle this I'm going to have everything I want to have I'm going to seed some mean I'm going to raise a scene I'm going to raise everything I ever had I'm not sick I'm going to handle this I'm going to...