Текст и слова песни Legendary Pink Dots – Premonition 13
If I offered you my hand, would you bite, strip it to the bone?
If I offered you my eyes, would you snatch them, smash them on a stone?
If I offered you my heart, would you eat it like a hungry dog that's
Foaming, rabid, rolling in a field of weeds. Spreading sores from head to
Claws chewed senseless as the hot rain pours like molten lead from cold red
Towers... drowning half an army planting the new pompeii! A lifesize model -
Squeeze the glue and see what's left. What's left??? You left... you left me
Broken, doubled in a chair with the TV on and the tap still running. Glass
Eyes see through me to the other side. There's nothing left for me to hide.
You took it all and now there's just a shell - and it's warm. Yes, it's
BLAZING! If I offered you my hand, would you bite it, strip it to the
Bone... If I offered you my eyes, would you snatch them, smash them on a
Stone? If I offered you my heart, would you nail it to a post and sell it
To the highest bidder? DOG FOOD! FLESH FOR FLESH! A CRUST FOR A CRUST! The
Bread becomes by body, the wine becomes my blood and I hope it makes you
SICK!
If I offered you my eyes, would you snatch them, smash them on a stone?
If I offered you my heart, would you eat it like a hungry dog that's
Foaming, rabid, rolling in a field of weeds. Spreading sores from head to
Claws chewed senseless as the hot rain pours like molten lead from cold red
Towers... drowning half an army planting the new pompeii! A lifesize model -
Squeeze the glue and see what's left. What's left??? You left... you left me
Broken, doubled in a chair with the TV on and the tap still running. Glass
Eyes see through me to the other side. There's nothing left for me to hide.
You took it all and now there's just a shell - and it's warm. Yes, it's
BLAZING! If I offered you my hand, would you bite it, strip it to the
Bone... If I offered you my eyes, would you snatch them, smash them on a
Stone? If I offered you my heart, would you nail it to a post and sell it
To the highest bidder? DOG FOOD! FLESH FOR FLESH! A CRUST FOR A CRUST! The
Bread becomes by body, the wine becomes my blood and I hope it makes you
SICK!
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