kahveyle birlikte alınırsa diazem etkisi yapacak şarkı.
styrofoam plateş
the photo albumden güzel bir death cab for cutie parçası.
sözleri:
theres a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes; i threw them to the sea,
but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
its no stretch to say you were not quite a father
but the donor of seeds to a poor, single mother that would raise us alone.
we never saw the money that went down your throat
through the hole in your belly.
thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver,
standing in line for thanksgiving dinner at the catholic church.
the servers wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plaguing the others.
styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables,
charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and im thinking of you,
i do every year when we count all our blessings
and wonder what were doing here.
youre a disgrace to the concept of family.
the priest wont divulge that fact in his homily
and ill stand up and scream if in the mourning remain quiet,
you can deck out a lie in a suit.
but i wont buy it.
i wont join the procession thats speaking their piece,
using five dollar words while praising his integrity.
just cause hes gone, it doesnt change that fact:
he was bastard in life, thus a bastard in death.
sözleri:
theres a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes; i threw them to the sea,
but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
its no stretch to say you were not quite a father
but the donor of seeds to a poor, single mother that would raise us alone.
we never saw the money that went down your throat
through the hole in your belly.
thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver,
standing in line for thanksgiving dinner at the catholic church.
the servers wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plaguing the others.
styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables,
charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and im thinking of you,
i do every year when we count all our blessings
and wonder what were doing here.
youre a disgrace to the concept of family.
the priest wont divulge that fact in his homily
and ill stand up and scream if in the mourning remain quiet,
you can deck out a lie in a suit.
but i wont buy it.
i wont join the procession thats speaking their piece,
using five dollar words while praising his integrity.
just cause hes gone, it doesnt change that fact:
he was bastard in life, thus a bastard in death.
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