100 Bottles (Remix) (Explicit) (Remix|Explicit)
Low Pros"100 Bottles (Remix) (Explicit) (Remix|Explicit)" é uma música de Low Pros, 2014, Pop. A música tem 3:31 de duração, 38 lines / 222 words.
Letra
0:16In city shoes
0:19Of clueless blues
0:22Pays the views
0:23And no mans news
0:25Blades will fade from blood to sport
0:27The h****n's cut these fuses short
0:29Drink and frame this pain I think
0:33I'm melting silver poles my dear
0:37You bleed your wings and then disappear
0:40Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights
0:56Modern times come talk me down
0:57And battle lines are drawn across this town
1:01Ghetto stones instead of chains
1:06And nothing's changed
1:08Riot like 1968 again
1:11The days of rage yeah nothing's changed
1:14Well pretty flames
1:17In school I would just bite my tongue
1:23The flags are false and they contradict
1:27They point and click which wounds to lick
1:33On avenues this christian breeze
1:37Turns it's heart to more needles please
1:44Our eyes roll back and we beg for more
1:54It frays this skin and then underscore
2:00The case for war you spin and bleed
2:03The sales you feel screensavers feed
2:09The girls you breed the soaps that you write
2:34The graceless charm of your gutter snipes
2:36The moving scenes and suburbanites
2:36And smithereens got 'em scaling heights
2:39Modern times come talk me down
2:41The battle lines are drawn across this town
2:44Ghetto stones instead of chains
2:50Hearts and minds and US Planes
3:00Nothing's changed
3:07Riot like the 1980's again
3:15The days of rage yeah nothing's changed
3:31More pretty flames
In city shoes Of clueless blues Pays the views And no mans news Blades will fade from blood to sport The h****n's cut these fuses short Drink and frame this pain I think I'm melting silver poles my dear You bleed your wings and then disappear Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights Modern times come talk me down And battle lines are drawn across this town Ghetto stones instead of chains And nothing's changed Riot like 1968 again The days of rage yeah nothing's changed Well pretty flames In school I would just bite my tongue The flags are false and they contradict They point and click which wounds to lick On avenues this christian breeze Turns it's heart to more needles please Our eyes roll back and we beg for more It frays this skin and then underscore The case for war you spin and bleed The sales you feel screensavers feed The girls you breed the soaps that you write The graceless charm of your gutter snipes The moving scenes and suburbanites And smithereens got 'em scaling heights Modern times come talk me down The battle lines are drawn across this town Ghetto stones instead of chains Hearts and minds and US Planes Nothing's changed Riot like the 1980's again The days of rage yeah nothing's changed More pretty flames
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