The Coup - My Murder, My Love текст песни

Hey! Oh yeah!
Well, I spoke the named of the Lord in vain
And the gun powder and the flame
And I vomited, sling it and paused the lane
And they climbed... champagne
Knock around... with cigarettes
Suck around Jack Daniels with Triumph
But no sentence I can speak to the ...
To the back of the beautiful mind!
And for the lives of fifty
It's conquered lately to be worth its...
But the way you told me to fuck myself or the world...
I hope you fix the... I'm just a mended flux
Let me clarify things the way I stress,
so I can shout with my mouth shut
We are the same!

Chorus:
My, my, my murder, my love,
what world the crook is made of?
My murder, my sweet,
what kind of grills do we eat?
My murder, my love,
what world the crook is made of?
My murder, my sweets,
what kind of grills do we eat?
Hey! Higher!
Hey! Higher!

The machinery.. in the sky tonight

I feel above electric lies to light
Come on, grip me tight against the wall
With the.. the masterpiece fine
I'm alive with the powder explosion
..45 and the busted engine
Motion is evidence of believe
Especially with the ways of most beautiful slogan
And ... for the man that we should ignored
Look for the harmony of...
Stack lose of our hero turned to dust
We've seen this .. the best above the floor!
Well, I hope he fix the...
Even mountains I influx, hey
Then it's clear if I thank her the way we stress
So we can shout with our mouth shut
We're all set!

Chorus:
My, my, my murder, my love,
what world the crook is made of?
My murder, my sweet,
what kind of grills do we eat?
My murder, my love,
what world the crook is made of?
My murder, my sweets,
what kind of grills do we eat?

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm