《Garbage》歌词

[00:00:04] The ritual goes same window different visual

[00:00:11] Wing of wax or wing of gold leaf

[00:00:14] Choose one Float or plummet 20 thousand cold legues

[00:00:18] My nourishment's provided in the summer

[00:00:20] So that I wonder

[00:00:21] How y'all chasin' dreams when what's tangible still outruns ya

[00:00:24] Hail dirty doll immaculate performance

[00:00:26] Warm as the March of a billion torches forward to burn what I born at

[00:00:30] Cut and paste alertness to current set is provided quick

[00:00:33] Shimmy the pirate ship mast bat the eyelids at the siren in her bow

[00:00:36] Facing let's salute the embrace pertinent generals who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles

[00:00:42] Flirtin' with a serpent workin' overtime

[00:00:44] Drain the battery siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery

[00:00:47] I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens

[00:00:50] Yeah an it ain't exactly plush pickin's

[00:00:52] I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun

[00:00:56] Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one

[00:00:59] Snake bite

[00:01:01] Breath too heavy to hold

[00:01:02] Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it

[00:01:05] Ran for the sake of dead click stripped of idealic image

[00:01:08] Steal a sloppy earth meal feed my pottery wheel to model collossal vision

[00:01:12] Thrill shrunken with a bucket of pennies

[00:01:14] I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies

[00:01:17] 'Til the cloud burst

[00:01:19] Honour and a loud thirst submersed in a trap

[00:01:21] Little drummer boy verse' thunderclap

[00:01:23] In a city of garbage tryin' to reap the harvest

[00:01:29] Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest

[00:01:40] Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can

[00:01:44] Either way adapt to circumstance or play you final hand

[00:01:47] No enigma an attempt to bury the hatchet

[00:01:51] Rendered me victim of deviltry plus wounded like stigmatics

[00:01:54] Somethin's somethin hazardous

[00:01:55] I smell an inch of differnce in this mornin's pollution pistons and how the loose ends drift in

[00:02:00] My sour pash

[00:02:01] Institutions slipped in admidst the invaders and

[00:02:03] Pardon my tone but

[00:02:04] This garden's grown f**ken' acres since my visit

[00:02:07] Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard to that chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it

[00:02:11] It's the carnival have you any sweets for my weary kin

[00:02:14] It's the carnival have you any feed for my cheery grin

[00:02:17] It's the carnival welcome play our games you'll never win

[00:02:20] Coz it's that carnival where every freak show spectacle's your friend

[00:02:23] An' I'm a

[00:02:24] Ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas

[00:02:27] Antifreeze to glacier cookin' a look of fiery nature

[00:02:29] It's the

[00:02:30] Ceilin' feelin' too heavy to bless the I beams for a fraction more collapse

[00:02:34] I left sorry

[00:02:35] That to your door

[00:02:36] B***hin' my back to hell's kitchen back

[00:02:38] Burnin' murder machinery released regardless of the pardons

[00:02:42] Hitchin my life to the leash of one minstrel

[00:02:44] Sick of same window different visual

[00:02:46] Same agnostic hostage different ritual

[00:02:49] Play coopertive supercolony clash

[00:02:50] I heard we have a dust collection let me see it

[00:02:53] Ooh I duel this underdog verse forced adaption to the marbles of the now

[00:02:56] Since then my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground

[00:02:59] In a city of garbage tryin' to reap the harvest

[00:03:03] Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest

[00:03:06] Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can

[00:03:08] Either way adapt to circumstance or play you final hand

[00:03:18] The ritual goes same window different visual

[00:03:31] The ritual is same f**ken' window different visual