Dead Leg
๐ต 697 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:55 duration
๐ ID: 1583981
๐ Lyrics
You have grown up.
Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
And with annual courtroom ties,
Cigarette burns in your clothes,
Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
And as for love;
Oh God, you farce.
Taught and brought up on your verse.
Breaking rank deserves a curse.
Go home now son.
I've forbidden what you love.
Break your own glass with your glove.
So you make blue the air.
And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
Swear to brutalise his wench,
Burn some holes into his floor,
Maybe petrol bomb his door.
Maybe not.
Maybe not.
'Cause that's youth today;
They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
Or is it pressure from you peers?
As the cries fall on deaf ears.
What have I done?
What have I done?
Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
And with annual courtroom ties,
Cigarette burns in your clothes,
Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
And as for love;
Oh God, you farce.
Taught and brought up on your verse.
Breaking rank deserves a curse.
Go home now son.
I've forbidden what you love.
Break your own glass with your glove.
So you make blue the air.
And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
Swear to brutalise his wench,
Burn some holes into his floor,
Maybe petrol bomb his door.
Maybe not.
Maybe not.
'Cause that's youth today;
They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
Or is it pressure from you peers?
As the cries fall on deaf ears.
What have I done?
What have I done?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:25.18] You have grown up.
[00:30.90] Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
[00:36.99] And with annual courtroom ties,
[00:41.06] Cigarette burns in your clothes,
[00:45.04] Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
[00:54.09] And as for love;
[01:15.29] Oh God, you farce.
[01:22.23] Taught and brought up on your verse.
[01:26.20] Breaking rank deserves a curse.
[01:35.36] Go home now son.
[01:42.39] I've forbidden what you love.
[01:46.47] Break your own glass with your glove.
[01:50.49] So you make blue the air.
[02:16.64] And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
[02:20.61] Swear to brutalise his wench,
[02:23.71] Burn some holes into his floor,
[02:27.80] Maybe petrol bomb his door.
[02:31.71] Maybe not.
[02:40.82] Maybe not.
[02:51.90] 'Cause that's youth today;
[02:58.93] They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
[03:11.05] Or is it pressure from you peers?
[03:13.00] As the cries fall on deaf ears.
[03:16.02] What have I done?
[03:26.12] What have I done?
[06:45.25]
[00:30.90] Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
[00:36.99] And with annual courtroom ties,
[00:41.06] Cigarette burns in your clothes,
[00:45.04] Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
[00:54.09] And as for love;
[01:15.29] Oh God, you farce.
[01:22.23] Taught and brought up on your verse.
[01:26.20] Breaking rank deserves a curse.
[01:35.36] Go home now son.
[01:42.39] I've forbidden what you love.
[01:46.47] Break your own glass with your glove.
[01:50.49] So you make blue the air.
[02:16.64] And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
[02:20.61] Swear to brutalise his wench,
[02:23.71] Burn some holes into his floor,
[02:27.80] Maybe petrol bomb his door.
[02:31.71] Maybe not.
[02:40.82] Maybe not.
[02:51.90] 'Cause that's youth today;
[02:58.93] They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
[03:11.05] Or is it pressure from you peers?
[03:13.00] As the cries fall on deaf ears.
[03:16.02] What have I done?
[03:26.12] What have I done?
[06:45.25]