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Píseň: Pills

Interpret:
Primal Scream
Album:
Xtrmntr
I'm gonna tell you the truth, the truth about you
The truth about you, you never been true
You ain't nothin', you got nothin' to say
Shine a light on you, you fade away
Fade away
(repeat chorus x4)


I woke up, felt drunk, throwin' up, pissin' blood
Think death, broke in, burnt out, holed in


Feel numb, i can't see, cracked hands, can't breathe
Ripped up, ripped out, can't crawl, can't whine


Get slayed, blast off, can't plant that bomb
That seed, go on bleed, that blood in saline


Take the blood, fold the skin, crack the guts,
Never been seen
Love is so steep, in water, in the sea


Knowing god, culled him, sell your guts, sore skin
Throwin' up, pissin' blood, won't come, still drunk


No time, we're out of time, can't crawl, can't walk
Jet me, blast off, can't blame cock farms


Back seat, promise me, bad blood, dead dreams
Dead dreams, dead dreams


Psycho-parasitic, sub-mosquito, sin-libido, fucked-up
You're sick, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...
Sick, sick, sick, sick...
Fuck, fuck, sick, fuck, fuck, sick...