Unheavenly Creatures

作词:Claudio Sanchez

作曲:佚名

所属专辑:Unheavenly Creatures

歌词

@migu music@

We were young and had it all figured out

She was the quiet one and I had the mouth

Until she fell to to me

We escaped through the alley in the back

Judge told me, Creature, don't you dare go back

But I couldn't dodge the ringing in my head

Her lonely, solemn voice, through the echoes as it said:

"Please don't leave me here, my love"

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable

I fear, my dear, the end is near

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Did anybody treat you better?

To obey and follow to the letter

I fear, my dear, the end is here

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

There was something I forgot to tell her then

Between the kiss and "knock em dead, kid"

There will be no other like you

Now I can't keep the guilt from my heart

These stuttering emotions keep me fixed to fall apart

I know I'm leaving all this sweat in our bed

A broken heart bleeding with a gun to my head

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable

I fear, my dear, the end is near

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Did anybody treat you better?

To open and follow to the letter

I fear, my dear, the end is here

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Like a son of a gun

A son of a gun

The weight of the world on the shoulders, can you feel the thunder?

All Unheavenly Creatures (oh, oh all the Unheavenly Creatures)

All Unheavenly Creatures

On the way to the car, I heard her voice a little louder

"Please don't leave me here, my love"

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable

I fear, my dear, the end is near

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Did anybody teach you better?

To obey and follow to the letter

I fear, my dear, the end is here

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable

I fear, my dear, the end is near

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Did anybody teach you better?

To obey and follow to the letter

I fear, my dear, the end is here

So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

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