Paroles de la chanson A Song About Walls par The Geraldine Fibbers
Auteurs: Carla Bozulich,Daniel Keenan
Editeurs: Emi Music Publishing France
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Paroles de la chanson A Song About Walls par The Geraldine Fibbers
Once there was a girlie,
She was kinda surly,
Stuck a needle in her eye.
A hundred deaths
On her beige breasts
And poor baby can't cry.
She loved her junky boyfriend,
Tried to help his heart mend,
Asshole with an appetite.
Living under
An elevator shaft
Can be cold at night.
Whenever they were hungry
She would get the money,
Girlie couldn't take a stand,
Till she said,
She was kinda surly,
Stuck a needle in her eye.
A hundred deaths
On her beige breasts
And poor baby can't cry.
She loved her junky boyfriend,
Tried to help his heart mend,
Asshole with an appetite.
Living under
An elevator shaft
Can be cold at night.
Whenever they were hungry
She would get the money,
Girlie couldn't take a stand,
Till she said,
I let you believe you could rule over me
So you'd feel like big strong man
Touched by any feeler
Any stinking dealer,
She knew that she would surely die,
So she said,
If I'm gonna die with a needle in my eye,
I'm gonna do it by my own hand."
And he heard it through the walls
He heard it through the walls
He heard it through the walls...
She worked like a doctor,
Very determined,
Not afraid of getting pricked
By some lame spike,
Never wondering why.
Well she left him in the dust
And got even more fucked up
So you'd feel like big strong man
Touched by any feeler
Any stinking dealer,
She knew that she would surely die,
So she said,
If I'm gonna die with a needle in my eye,
I'm gonna do it by my own hand."
And he heard it through the walls
He heard it through the walls
He heard it through the walls...
She worked like a doctor,
Very determined,
Not afraid of getting pricked
By some lame spike,
Never wondering why.
Well she left him in the dust
And got even more fucked up
And she did it all by herself.
But even when she got her ass
Off of the streets
He would visit her in her dreams.
The last time she saw her darlin'
Was at the funeral parlour,
He was fresh off of the prison shelf.
Yeah he died with a needle in his eye,
But she was clean clean clean.
Yeah, she was clean clean clean.
And he heard it through the walls
He heard it through the walls
He heard it through the walls...
Once there was a girlie,
She was kinda surly,
Stuck a needle in her eye
But even when she got her ass
Off of the streets
He would visit her in her dreams.
The last time she saw her darlin'
Was at the funeral parlour,
He was fresh off of the prison shelf.
Yeah he died with a needle in his eye,
But she was clean clean clean.
Yeah, she was clean clean clean.
And he heard it through the walls
He heard it through the walls
He heard it through the walls...
Once there was a girlie,
She was kinda surly,
Stuck a needle in her eye
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