letra de magic fantasy (we are provincial) - the van pelt
complaining about it doesn’t mean i want to leave without it. i broke my bed in my own sweat and nightmares. anyone else just wouldn’t fit right. who do you think crafted this place anyhow? the loyalist torries? the floating diplomats? no, this town, this town is allentown, atlantic city, newark, new jersey. and this heart, this heart is ground into every curb, park bench, and mid-atlantic abandoned factory
i’m not leaving this town even though i might not be quite with it, ’cause once you say it’s over it’s over no matter where you go to. you’ve quit, you’ve lost it, and i’m not sure you’ll produce again, ’cause once you say it’s over it’s over. it’s over no matter where you go to
countrymen, asbury’s spoken, and he was blunt and to the point, but maybe too there for you to get it. or was it the president who took his words out of context and changed patriotism into jingoism, pulled the waving flag over my fathers eyes. that b-st-rd split this country right downt he middle: those who’s countries are on a map, and those who’s countries are written down on paper. so which one’s the patriot? which one’s the traitor?
letras aleatórias
- carlon syl › letra de a lot of that - carlon syl
- 1ntrovert › letra de зрители (spectators) - 1ntrovert
- taylor dayne › letra de prove your love (prove your dub/beats) - taylor dayne
- omotrack › letra de hippo trip - omotrack
- my epiphany › letra de the transmission - my epiphany
- zayminati › letra de personality - zayminati
- carving colours › letra de taught to be afraid - carving colours
- francisca y les exploradores › letra de el invierno - francisca y les exploradores
- after crying › letra de modern idők - after crying
- ninja sex party › letra de sledgehammer - ninja sex party