Bonehouse - Tops Off, Hoods Up | Текст песни

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Tops Off, Hoods Up - wrap my hands in threads of woe and curse out the names that you'll never know, until I go home and bind my hands in wound old tape of your favourite bands. dance in time with the rapture, cut all your hair and remember her, wrap my hands in cotton wool; twenty-five years of your fucking rules. silence, scissors scream, coming apart at the seams. silence, small town big mouth strikes again. tops off, hoods up, throwdown, fight back, get your kids up for a heart attack. the scissors scream, I'm coming apart at the seams, small town big mouth strikes again, strikes anywhere, the scissors scream, I'm coming apart at the seams. seventy-seven, you're on your own, you've emptied our hearts like you emptied our homes.

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