The Wytches - Crying Clown (cover) | Текст песни

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• The Wytches
• Crying Clown (cover)

I catch my breath finally
She keeps me calm and suddenly
A relapse on old tricks tryna make a new
In his car she finally
Tampers with her sexuality
Scratching at each others minds til their in the nude
As for me, my loyalty
Is only sold illegally
To the pantomime crying clown
Cry for me whilst
Upside down
Salivating, bloody mouth
Or passionately
Bloody mouth
And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum

For the static rustling
Plug me in, the record spins
And treat me like I wasn't someone that you knew

Annabelle she reads my dreams
Surrounding me in casualties
But I don't get mad cos I know its what you do
Over-priced phonologies
Brittle man he dress like me
Like the pantomime crying clown
Cry for me whilst

Upside down
Salivating, bloody mouth
Or passionately
Bloody mouth

And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum
She creates it
For her own
Her perfect body
She is perfectly
Lonely

Like a pendulum