Morticiachair 歌詞
Morticiachair - dEUS
Now let's talk about the time
I had this morticiachair
In my apartment
Right there in front
Of the living room
As an open invitation to strangers
A cold machine might show
Smiling like a face
Waiting for a telephone
Call of a beloved feline
She is in a state
And it's California
She's been there for quite a while
I've got no presents
I've got no presents
Drop the phone take the plane
And come back home again
Drop the phone take the plane
And come back home again
Drop the phone take the plane
And come back home again
Drop the phone take the plane
And come back home again
Drop the phone take the plane
And come back home again
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
By the time of my second car crash
I got totally wired
Like in the days I cut myself up
With a razor-blade
Oh nostalgia lost myself
In so many ways
I didn't know what to think of him
Ah maybe I think too much
I don't think so
Fell madly in love
With a couple of beautiful ears
It's only a variation
Had long and boring conversations
About nothing
Talked so much
I bored myself to death
And the more I talk the more
I turn into a vegetable
God I'm such a fool
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
Taste of orange orange
Little Christ I'm in her bath-tub
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She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
Won't you shame me
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I'm bored bored
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