Besedila: Soundgarden. Badmotorfinger. Drawing Flies.
Flies
Flies
Sitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Sitting here like wet ashes
With X?s in my eyes and drawing flies
Bathed in perspiration drowned my enemies
Used my inspiration for a guillotine
I fire a loaded mental cannon to the page
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes
With X?s in my eyes and drawing flies
I said, "Hey, what you yellin'?
About conditions, permission, mirrored self affliction
Hey, what you yellin??
About sadist?s co-addiction, perfect analogies
Hey, what you yellin??
About conditions, permission, mirrored self affliction"
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes
With X?s in my eyes and drawing flies
Sitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes
With X?s in my eyes and drawing flies
Flies
Flies
Flies
...
Flies
Sitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Sitting here like wet ashes
With X?s in my eyes and drawing flies
Bathed in perspiration drowned my enemies
Used my inspiration for a guillotine
I fire a loaded mental cannon to the page
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes
With X?s in my eyes and drawing flies
I said, "Hey, what you yellin'?
About conditions, permission, mirrored self affliction
Hey, what you yellin??
About sadist?s co-addiction, perfect analogies
Hey, what you yellin??
About conditions, permission, mirrored self affliction"
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes
With X?s in my eyes and drawing flies
Sitting here like uninvited company
Wallowing in my own obscenities
I share a cigarette with negativity
Leaning on the pedestal that holds my self denial
Firing the pistol that shoots my holy pride
Sitting here like wet ashes
With X?s in my eyes and drawing flies
Flies
Flies
Flies
...
Največkrat iskano