Представляем точный текст композиции "Roses" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Spit . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Roses» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Spit передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Spit - "Roses"
Lyrics to Roses : Things are comin up roses But I cant stand the smell I cant get this taste out of my mouth Now Im eatin the breakfast of champions Post Nasal Drip Im being fed through a straw of moral astriction And dont smile - its a turnoff And dont flinch - when it burns Cause theyll know youre weak And Ill know youre weak And I just might...Tell them Now Ill sit right down in the back of the bus And talk out loud About being young and so well hung And just a little proud Now I dont beg for mercy and I dont plead A little fear is all I need From the bowel to the bowl You can smell my rotting soul Drill a hole in my skull Vacuum the blood off my brain Someone blew out the candles on my urinal cake Harry Harlow and Harry Carey Bring on the reaper its harvest time Its time I take the law in my hands Come on, torch that broken down barnacle barge Coat that carcass with pus discharge Youre just another weak link in the chain You can change your mind But you cant change your brain Do you hear me laughin, I dont think so People dont know when its time to quit Like my daddy always told me when I was a boy You can shit where you eat But dont eat where you shit Sigmund Fraud and Sigmund Freud I guess thats why Im paranoid Grab a hold of your seat The plot starts to thicken It takes a lickin and keeeps on stickin Now Im strolling down the dusty psychopath Caught in the belly of a spiritual blood bath Foolish things confound the wise man Hit and run in a black sedan Aaah, lets have our own battle of the bulge, baby Take a ride on a public succubus Hit and run, hit and run Crushed by a mental incubus Spit and run, spit and run The sky turned black, and so did my soul A one way trip from the bowel the bowl Gonna piss my name in the snow, snow Up, up, up and away we go The gourmet fed me poison, poison The rat fink gave me cheese, cheese WHy dont you stand up and fight like a mannequin Helen Kellyer, Hellenistic The Greeks always did like it up the butt Ambush your bush, Snatch up your snatch Shake that ass you little slut The last thing I heard was fifty car horns My Christmas wreath became a crown of thorns I never should have let e e cummings write my resume Things are coming up roses But I cant stand the smell [ Roses Lyrics ]
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