21st Dead Rats
๐ต 703 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:34 duration
๐ ID: 3538017
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
[00:12.52] You're the worst in turn, the first of the night.
[00:15.81] Who could stand there staring at the blacks of your eyes?
[00:18.59] What a curious type, reaching out for the iron.
[00:21.51] To never ask for a slap, but don't indulge in a smile.
[00:25.03] We're twenty-first dead rats again.
[00:39.77] You're the worst in turn, the first of the hour.
[00:43.05] I can feel it creeping on me out of the shower.
[00:45.62] Like a film on a postcard, a moment entranced,
[00:48.62] And with the confidence of prom queens insist on me asking.
[00:52.68] Say it was me, who's getting sick on my jeans,
[00:55.19] Just as I thought about the part that, "You're such a disease."
[00:58.50] Go on and call around, after I've been put down.
[01:01.63] So fucking empty when it hits you'll hear a hollow sound.
[01:05.26] I'm twenty-first dead rats again.
[01:27.66]
[00:15.81] Who could stand there staring at the blacks of your eyes?
[00:18.59] What a curious type, reaching out for the iron.
[00:21.51] To never ask for a slap, but don't indulge in a smile.
[00:25.03] We're twenty-first dead rats again.
[00:39.77] You're the worst in turn, the first of the hour.
[00:43.05] I can feel it creeping on me out of the shower.
[00:45.62] Like a film on a postcard, a moment entranced,
[00:48.62] And with the confidence of prom queens insist on me asking.
[00:52.68] Say it was me, who's getting sick on my jeans,
[00:55.19] Just as I thought about the part that, "You're such a disease."
[00:58.50] Go on and call around, after I've been put down.
[01:01.63] So fucking empty when it hits you'll hear a hollow sound.
[01:05.26] I'm twenty-first dead rats again.
[01:27.66]