Broken Social Scene - Chase Scene | Текст песни

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All the dirty fingers picking up finds
Bruised with a motherless childish mind
To be kind in the line of design
without a proper subject

Got all apologies
Signed up to steal
Prednisone body
Topic of ill for the chill and the thrill of the kill
I see my woman calling

Cause I licked a little skin
Like a fear in my bed
Spilt all the toxic cream of my dead
To be bled or fed in the spread
Of equal wrong talking

Spoon me like a stereotype
Rigging the race
Believing in a feather
Particular face
With the grace for the trace to embrace
The frontal feel falling

I think I'm ready to go
I think I'm ready to fight for the seed of my life
Yeah I'm ready to go
Yeah I'm ready to fight for the seed of my life

If the caterpillar cat turns free to a whore
The idea that there's a seventeenth floor to explore
Like hardcore for the more
And never seem to free it

Cause I gave a little long
Yeah I gave it a shot
Bought me some land
And a beautiful plot
With a hot who was not to be got
By easy thinking thumbing

Bottled up can
Will eat through your life
Down with the deed of killing a wife
With a knife who thinks twice to the wise
I think my woman's calling

Yeah I'm ready to go
Yeah I'm ready to fight
For the seed of my life

I think I'm ready to go
I think I'm ready to fight
For the seed of my life

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