Paroles de la chanson Sunstroke House par Augie March
Auteurs: Francesca Richards
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Music Publishing (Australia) Pty Limited
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Paroles de la chanson Sunstroke House par Augie March
O, fraudulent mirror, oh, rank rainbow toad
I'd break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed
I'd fall from the wall, I'd leap from the road
You take cover in the clover, you don't shoulder the load
Wagner and wife, drama and strife
Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask
"Where's Sunstroke House?"
Where's a crow on the far fence? Where's a mill by the pond?
Pale with horror, I saw you when your bird flew
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you?
Save for a kindly, ugly few
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do
I'd break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed
I'd fall from the wall, I'd leap from the road
You take cover in the clover, you don't shoulder the load
Wagner and wife, drama and strife
Their syphilitic friend Dionysus is wise not to ask
"Where's Sunstroke House?"
Where's a crow on the far fence? Where's a mill by the pond?
Pale with horror, I saw you when your bird flew
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you?
Save for a kindly, ugly few
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do
From the wind in the winter, no mercy, no quarter
From the summer no mercy, and little goes well
That's where you'll live, that's where you'll live
Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill
Where have you been, my heat, my shadow?
How well did you like the song?
I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule
You feel like there's something forgotten or fell
Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you?
Save for a kindly, ugly few
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do
Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting
Portraits of withering roots
Pretty diversions, pointless excursions
From the summer no mercy, and little goes well
That's where you'll live, that's where you'll live
Till a gale rips ya sail, till a will kills ya mill
Where have you been, my heat, my shadow?
How well did you like the song?
I filled it so full of nonsense and unrule
You feel like there's something forgotten or fell
Pale with horror I saw you when your bird flew
Now who in the whole low world has been kind to you?
Save for a kindly, ugly few
Don't read it, don't watch it, don't do what they do
Pink lipped bub, golden haired sitting
Portraits of withering roots
Pretty diversions, pointless excursions
Pleasant distractions, underground mutes
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