Tekst Utworu

To all my naïveté, I give you no thanks The hippos are boiling alive in their tanks I saw it on the TV in the windows of stores Promising fullness, delivering sores Crushed by the why Crushed by the if Frightened by the nothing Crushed by the why Crushed by the if Frightened by the nothing Ghost inside a screen, eating like a king Dripping grapes and suckled pig Behind the wall, a thing (A thing, a thing, a thing) A ghost inside a screen, eating like a king Dripping grapes and suckled pig Behind the wall, a thing (A thing, a thing, a thing) To all my naïveté, I give you no thanks The hippos are boiling alive in their tanks I saw it on the TV in the windows of stores Promising fullness, delivering sores Crushed by the why Crushed by the if Frightened by the nothing Crushed by the why Crushed by the if Frightened by the nothing Ghost inside a screen, eating like a king Dripping grapes and suckled pig Behind the wall, a thing (A thing, a thing, a thing) A ghost inside a screen, eating like a king Dripping grapes and suckled pig Behind the wall, a thing (A thing, a thing, a thing) Crushed by the why Crushed by the if Frightened by the nothing Crushed by the why Crushed by the if Frightened by the nothing Crushed by the why Crushed by the if Frightened by the nothing Crushed by the why Crushed by the if Frightened by the nothing
Writer(s): Vera Williams, Virginia Pettis, Sierra Scott, Elizabeth Hsieh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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