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DISTANT DOUBLOON 歌詞
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The View
- 2009.2.3 リリース
- 作詞
- FALCONER KYLE FRANCIS , MORRIS DYLAN JAMES
- 作曲
- FALCONER KYLE FRANCIS , MORRIS DYLAN JAMES
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BLIND PEW HE COVERS YOU WITH COLOURS OF THE NIGHT YOU'LL NEVER MEET
HIM IN THE CARNIVAL. TAGGADA TAKES THE JAKEYS FOR A RIDE
AND LONG JOHN SILVER IS ONE OF THE FEW THAT ROBBIE STEVENSON COULD
CHAMPION EVEN THOUGH THE MAN WAS FAKE MADE UP THE KIND YOU'D NEVER
EXPECT TO SHOOT ONE OF THEIR INMATES
THE HORIZONTAL STRIPES WILL LEAD YOU TO THE WEST
THE VERTICAL HILLTOWN HUNS WILL LEAVE YOU OWN BACK
WITH YOUR TANNADICTION CHEST
THE WEAKEST CHARACTER IN THIS CHAPTER LOVES DAIRY, SHADOWS NEVER SHONE
I NEVER MET A PRETTY CREATURE WHO WOULD CRUMBLE AT THE OUTCOME OF A COW
HOW COME YOU WOULD TELL ME FARMERS NEVER BOW
METAPHORS ARE EASY JUST TO TALK ABOUT IT
GROWING UP WITH SPACERS I CAN LIVE WITHOUT
FIFTEEN HOLES IS NEVER WORTH A STOLEN BIKE
JUST WAITING FOR A DIFFERENT CUNT TO SAY WHAT TO WRITE
THERE WILL NEVER BE A COLOUR IN THE SEA IF YOU DON'T HAVE NO EYES TO SEE SO
PLEASE DON'T DWELL UPON YOUR WOODEN LEG, YOUR LIMP IS BORING ME
YOU SEE YOUR WALLPAPER WAS POLLUTED WITH LESBIAN GREEN
RED WAS NEVER YOUR COLOUR IT WAS NEVER YOUR TEAM
BLUE IT NEVER EVEN CROSSED YOUR MIND BECAUSE YOU NEVER FLEW A FLIGHT
GOLDEN TREASURE LEFT YOU BLIND
FIFTEEN HOLES IS NEVER WORTH A STOLEN BIKE
YOUR JUST WAITING FOR A DIFFERENT CUNT TO WRITE ABOUT
THERE WILL NEVER BE A COLOUR IN THE SEA IF YOU HAVE NO EYES TO SEE
SO DON'T DWELL UPON YOUR WOODEN LEG, YOUR FUCKING LIMP IS BORING ME
HIM IN THE CARNIVAL. TAGGADA TAKES THE JAKEYS FOR A RIDE
AND LONG JOHN SILVER IS ONE OF THE FEW THAT ROBBIE STEVENSON COULD
CHAMPION EVEN THOUGH THE MAN WAS FAKE MADE UP THE KIND YOU'D NEVER
EXPECT TO SHOOT ONE OF THEIR INMATES
THE HORIZONTAL STRIPES WILL LEAD YOU TO THE WEST
THE VERTICAL HILLTOWN HUNS WILL LEAVE YOU OWN BACK
WITH YOUR TANNADICTION CHEST
THE WEAKEST CHARACTER IN THIS CHAPTER LOVES DAIRY, SHADOWS NEVER SHONE
I NEVER MET A PRETTY CREATURE WHO WOULD CRUMBLE AT THE OUTCOME OF A COW
HOW COME YOU WOULD TELL ME FARMERS NEVER BOW
METAPHORS ARE EASY JUST TO TALK ABOUT IT
GROWING UP WITH SPACERS I CAN LIVE WITHOUT
FIFTEEN HOLES IS NEVER WORTH A STOLEN BIKE
JUST WAITING FOR A DIFFERENT CUNT TO SAY WHAT TO WRITE
THERE WILL NEVER BE A COLOUR IN THE SEA IF YOU DON'T HAVE NO EYES TO SEE SO
PLEASE DON'T DWELL UPON YOUR WOODEN LEG, YOUR LIMP IS BORING ME
YOU SEE YOUR WALLPAPER WAS POLLUTED WITH LESBIAN GREEN
RED WAS NEVER YOUR COLOUR IT WAS NEVER YOUR TEAM
BLUE IT NEVER EVEN CROSSED YOUR MIND BECAUSE YOU NEVER FLEW A FLIGHT
GOLDEN TREASURE LEFT YOU BLIND
FIFTEEN HOLES IS NEVER WORTH A STOLEN BIKE
YOUR JUST WAITING FOR A DIFFERENT CUNT TO WRITE ABOUT
THERE WILL NEVER BE A COLOUR IN THE SEA IF YOU HAVE NO EYES TO SEE
SO DON'T DWELL UPON YOUR WOODEN LEG, YOUR FUCKING LIMP IS BORING ME