Текст и слова песни Primitive Radio Gods – Rocket
Rocket, rocket
The skins like the sun like the red colored one that they call my
Rocket, rocket
That some ancient tune that invented the moon and the stars
Now that I've found you I'm learning the sound to explain how you are
I'm a soul... built on reactions and fatal attractions and phony hopes
Rocket, rocket
The flowers of death and the gin-tainted breath of don juan
Rocket, rocket
The skins like the sun like the red colored one that they call my
Rocket, rocket
That some ancient tune that invented the moon and the stars
Now that I've found you I'm learning the sound to explain how you are
I'm a soul... built on reactions and fatal attractions and phony hopes
Rocket, rocket
The flowers of death and the gin-tainted breath of don juan
Rocket, rocket
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