Leather for Hell - Bitter Ruin: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Leather for Hell

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Leather for Hell fue lanzado el 12 de mayo de 2014 por Bitter Recordings como parte del álbum Waves

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumWaves

Fecha de lanzamiento12 de mayo de 2014

Sello discográficoBitter Recordings

IdiomaEnglish

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM125

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Bitter Ruin

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Georgia Train

Autoría

Benjamin James Richards

Benjamin James Richards

Autoría

Letra

Well, my feet are burning, and the clock don't seem to be turning

Yeah-oh, hey-ee

It seems to take an hour to put one foot in front of the other

And how is the world spinning when I get the feeling it's falling asleep?

I've been trying to see the light

But every smile, it hurts

I'm a raring bullet in a box of empty shells, go on

Pull the trigger, pull it, bite the pin, then leather for hell, run

At the mouth, I'm foaming, at the bit, I'm chomping

Won't you raise the gates, love? Give it a try

To waylay this aching my fingers are shaking, my knuckles are breaking

Yeah-yeah, yeah, whoa

I'm walking the blade of a dagger and picturing all of the pieces I'd shatter to

If this is the show, then I'm hoping that falling's a no, but it's better than this

I've been trying to see the light

But every smile, it hurts

Well, I'm a raring bullet in a box of empty shells, go on

Pull the trigger, pull it, bite the pin, then leather for hell, run

At the mouth, I'm foaming, at the bit, I'm chomping

Won't you raise the gates, love? Give it a try

Euthanasia is gonna save you

It's the kindest thing to do

And you don't know it yet

But every time you take that breath

Ten thousand other people suffer

'Cause they feel the way I do

I've been trying to see the light

But every smile, it hurts

I'm a raring bullet in a box of empty shells, go on

Pull the trigger, pull it, bite the pin, then leather for hell, run

I'm a raring bullet in a box of empty shells, go on

Pull the trigger, pull it, bite the pin, then leather for hell, run

I'm a raring bullet in a box of empty shells, go on (raring bullet, box of empty)

Pull the trigger, pull it, bite the pin, then leather for hell, run (trigger, bang)

At the mouth, I'm foaming, at the bit, I'm chomping

Won't you raise the gates, love? Give it a try

Well, my feet are burning, yeah (raring bullet, box of empty)

Well, my feet are burning, yeah (raring bullet, box of empty)

Well, my feet are burning, yeah (raring bullet, box of empty)

Written by: Benjamin James Richards, Georgia Train

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