21st Dead Rats
๐ต 703 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:34 duration
๐ ID: 2759524
๐ Lyrics
You're the worst in turn, the first of the night.
Who could stand there staring at the blacks of your eyes?
What a curious type, reaching out for the iron.
To never ask for a slap, but don't indulge in a smile.
We're twenty-first dead rats again.
You're the worst in turn, the first of the hour.
I can feel it creeping on me out of the shower.
Like a film on a postcard, a moment entranced,
And with the confidence of prom queens insist on me asking.
Say it was me, who's getting sick on my jeans,
Just as I thought about the part that, "You're such a disease."
Go on and call around, after I've been put down.
So fucking empty when it hits you'll hear a hollow sound.
I'm twenty-first dead rats again.
Who could stand there staring at the blacks of your eyes?
What a curious type, reaching out for the iron.
To never ask for a slap, but don't indulge in a smile.
We're twenty-first dead rats again.
You're the worst in turn, the first of the hour.
I can feel it creeping on me out of the shower.
Like a film on a postcard, a moment entranced,
And with the confidence of prom queens insist on me asking.
Say it was me, who's getting sick on my jeans,
Just as I thought about the part that, "You're such a disease."
Go on and call around, after I've been put down.
So fucking empty when it hits you'll hear a hollow sound.
I'm twenty-first dead rats again.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.97] You're the worst in turn, the first of the night.
[00:14.97] Who could stand there staring at the blacks of your eyes?
[00:18.06] What a curious type, reaching out for the iron.
[00:21.16] To never ask for a slap, but don't indulge in a smile.
[00:24.86] We're twenty-first dead rats again.
[00:27.15] You're the worst in turn, the first of the hour.
[00:42.56] I can feel it creeping on me out of the shower.
[00:45.72] Like a film on a postcard, a moment entranced,
[00:48.89] And with the confidence of prom queens insist on me asking.
[00:52.23] Say it was me, who's getting sick on my jeans,
[00:54.55] Just as I thought about the part that, "You're such a disease."
[00:57.54] Go on and call around, after I've been put down.
[01:01.08] So fucking empty when it hits you'll hear a hollow sound.
[01:04.43] I'm twenty-first dead rats again.
[01:12.52]
[00:14.97] Who could stand there staring at the blacks of your eyes?
[00:18.06] What a curious type, reaching out for the iron.
[00:21.16] To never ask for a slap, but don't indulge in a smile.
[00:24.86] We're twenty-first dead rats again.
[00:27.15] You're the worst in turn, the first of the hour.
[00:42.56] I can feel it creeping on me out of the shower.
[00:45.72] Like a film on a postcard, a moment entranced,
[00:48.89] And with the confidence of prom queens insist on me asking.
[00:52.23] Say it was me, who's getting sick on my jeans,
[00:54.55] Just as I thought about the part that, "You're such a disease."
[00:57.54] Go on and call around, after I've been put down.
[01:01.08] So fucking empty when it hits you'll hear a hollow sound.
[01:04.43] I'm twenty-first dead rats again.
[01:12.52]