歌词
作词 : Vivian Weeks
作曲 : Vivian Weeks
Don't give a s**t
I'm egoist
The apple falls far from the tree
They're throwing kitchen sinks
I smell the lies
I hear the sighs
I spit out teeth into your hands
And I don't understand
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells we all know we're going to hell
This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead
My lines get fluffed
Don't give a f**k
The blood is warm upon my skin
Dizzy with endorphins
Don't let me breathe
Or I might think
These frays of friction sickening
Intoxicating me
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells we all know we're going to hell
This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when
(Go!)
This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells
When we hear the bells we all know we're going to hell
This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead
This isn't love
It's anarchy
With a kiss and a crutch
My lips spit up sweet things
Only like me when I'm stuck in your head
Only bite me when I'm dead