Glassjaw Lyrics
Glassjaw Lyrics
"Siberian Kiss Lyrics"
Put It Off Until Tomorrow Lyrics
Put it off until tomorrow oh oh you've hurt me enough today You say our love is over that you have found another You say you're going away But leave me tomorrow oh oh you've hurt me enough today
Put it off until tomorrow oh oh you've hurt me enough today You say our love is over that you have found another You say you're going away But leave me tomorrow oh oh you've hurt me enough today
Give me back
my pictures of me.
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate
of depress
and i hope you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of a kiss
I hope she knows.
Staring at a porcilain sex fli
HERE Lyrics
please die for me yeah yeah please die for me yeah yeah yeah yeah ow hold this for me down here here i come you can't stop me now i will be the one who keeps you aroundck
where the characters don't meet
the characters don't speak
and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:
Space always expanding.
So put another coin in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of my fist
I hope she knows.
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kis
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterheads
I'm dying about.
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing,
won't you sell yourself for one more.
There's always one more thing, why don't you sell yourself?
If I can't have you no one will.
Pushing a lover to love another.
Are you turned on?
Are you turned on?
(x2)
A hiccup in para
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letter heads
I'm dying about
I'm dying about
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
I keep you jealously to myself.
(x4)
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.
please die for me yeah yeah please die for me yeah yeah yeah yeah ow hold this for me down here here i come you can't stop me now i will be the one who keeps you around
where the characters don't meet
the characters don't speak
and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:
Space always expanding.
So put another coin in and turn the crank
until the frames cease to move
and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of my fist
I hope she knows.
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kis
Something's Wrong With My Radio Lyrics
Yeah, punch my card at five o'clock Friday night and I'm ready to rock Hit the switch, spin the dial Can't find nothing with a rockin' style Something's wrong with my radio It says
Yeah, punch my card at five o'clock Friday night and I'm ready to rock Hit the switch, spin the dial Can't find nothing with a rockin' style Something's wrong with my radio It says
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterheads
I'm dying about.
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing,
won't you sell yourself for one more.
There's always one more thing, why don't you sell yourself?
If I can't have you no one will.
Pushing a lover to love another.
Are you turned on?
Are you turned on?
(x2)
A hiccup in para
4th of July Lyrics
Music & Lyrics: John Popper Well she hated the 4th of July Bombs bursting in air, and she'd never know why She'd keep me up all night, too terrified to cry Oh yes, she hated 4th of July
diseMusic & Lyrics: John Popper Well she hated the 4th of July Bombs bursting in air, and she'd never know why She'd keep me up all night, too terrified to cry Oh yes, she hated 4th of July
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letter heads
I'm dying about
I'm dying about
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
I keep you jealously to myself.
(x4)
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.