文本歌词

You wake wide eyed and dumb your hopes they tick your feelings hum
They've got you by the thumbs skin swells like summer plums
Alone sixteen and stoned CD's so true they sag your bones
How does he know how it goes Isn't he from Belleville
Well I'll be from Belleville too
How you spied on the grown and heard their secret singing
In the church in the bed
All alone all unknown you'd shake the devil's hand to
See if your skinned turned red
If your skin's too thin to know about it
Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh
Yeah we're all too young to know about it
Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh
Gotta sing your sings and go about it
Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh
You trek dazzled through dust you feel your feelings start to rust
And no one even cares that you don't even care
Sleep addled sun drunk you'd trade experience for some luck
And that for heat from an old flame that you lost like a baby tooth
Now you're grown all alone you do your secret singing
In some bars in a bed
All alone all unknown you'd shake the devil's hand to
See if he turned you dead
If your skin's too thin to know about it
Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh
Yeah we're all too young to know about it
Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh
Gotta sing your sings and go about it
Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh AAAhhhhh
Continues
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