3 years ago
Tears on Fresh Fruit
Lyrics
Just when you've found your way to
The boiler room
They come to dig you out
With picks and shovels and
Acetylene torches
I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the bony walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby
La la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la
We're just trying to be free
Of our bodies
Our stomachs full of liquor
And our lungs
Full of water
I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the bony walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, la
Writer(s): MARK LINKOUS
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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