letra de the queen of clubs - the golden dregs
you might come here
some day on a whim
catch the gold rush
whilst there’s prizes to win
the warm bodied pleasers
and cold blooded teasers
are hard
hard to gage
but ain’t
ain’t it fun?
amphetamine tribes stalk
amphetamine kings and
the queen of clubs pulls their
amphetamine strings
and she sings;
“wake up to wondering
what has been lost due to
growth and prosperity
longing and l-st?”
hard
hard to trust
the practical jokers and tactical voters take
practical tokes just to see if they choke on the fumes
stick around for breakfast and bed and to
lay down with men of certain distinction
ain’t it fun?
sunrises sunrises does your head in
whilst spit sweat and c-m stick the sheets to the sins
dont begin
up and coming? remains to be seen
this house is a hovel
no place for a queen
and ain’t
ain’t it fun?
letras aleatórias
- letra de tell me - riba
- letra de black and yellow (feat. eppic & cobus) - tyler ward
- letra de the best - lenno
- letra de untitled heat - mazoola
- letra de olur ya - mehmet erdem
- letra de footprints - sene
- letra de man yo udyo - balen
- letra de girls - marina
- letra de za zamkniętymi drzwiami - zdr
- letra de reich & schön - nazar & raf camora