Edward Scissortongue - If You Go Away (bad quality) | Текст песни

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If you go away
On the summer day
Then you might as well take the sun away
All the birds that flew in the summer sky
When my love was new
And our hearts were high
When the day was young
And the night was long
And the moon stood still
For the nightbirds sung
If you go away
If you go away
If you go away

Yes
J rap-a-saurus
Smoke my beef

[Verse 1: Edward Scissortongue]

You'll tear silver lining
The line in a siren with words that he's writing
Iris is heightened
Highest of heights
Pipe dreams and the silence is frightenin'
Shining example of paradise
Dashed on the rocks of this psyche
Violent designs slashed eyesight to blindness
Blinder than flea bitten eyeballs confronting Osiris
Where love is a life sapping virus
Solitary confinement is honestly not where I thought how I want to be
Watching a clock stop short
Snorting coughed up jaws
Sword sharpened for war, but I'm lost in it properly
Lost in monotony, lose it
Cotchin' it with bottled up dishonesty, down it
A cop mobbed in sodomy
Grotty green slop poorish pours from the paws of this porcelain broad made dishonest, breathe
She found solids with a grotty fiend
Fingers in the orifice, you polish with a promise
That his other filthy frolics didn't warrant dreams, never
Screaming like an opera queen, pounding hell for leather
When he was with her there were comet beams
Lights in the tunnel seemed brighter
Life wasn't what it seemed
And now he's deep in a horror scene
Murdering for Pat and forming a snog in peace

[Sample] x4

If you go away
If you go away, go away

[Verse 2: Edward Scissortongue]

So if you go away I'll take a fucking rusty claw hammer to your face
'Till ya features are mangled
Worse than our corpses decaying in a half rate stasis
The shallow graves
Razors and dagger blades aching for action
I'll stagger, days sifting through shabby lanes
More than the force in your escapade driven by lust laden love muscles pouring their paste on your fucking face
So I'm pouring my heart out
Guzzling substances, snort 'till I pass out
17 pints on my Jack Jones lager - the lonesome
Last stop sparkin' these long nights
Sat on my own with this clawhammer, frozen
Fishes in the sea there's only whores in this ocean
Swimming to the next cotch
Next stop, clawhammer hammering her dead lock
Death rally head shots
Hammerin' enamel 'till her head clocks
Skull matter dripping from the clawhammer dribbling with fresh death
Pommeling her face 'till her breath stops
Dead door swinging on its hinges for this foul little temptress
Thousands of hours amount in to nothing
But running to the mountains around us
Doused in these honey suckle showers and wanderlust
Down as the crumbled up ivory towers turn granite dust

[Sample] x4

If you go away
If you go away, go away

[Edward Scissortongue] x4

So if you go away, I'll take a fucking rusty clawhammer to your face

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