Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Spanish Prisoners
• Titre: Where God Does His Laundry
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Turn back to when Excedrin was just a funny word Before I figured out my own body and how it worked We lived in the scrubbed down part of town Where God does his laundry and throws broken popsicle sticks At those girls out front who believe in Jesus Christ But they don't follow his advice They shimmer like microwaves, smile like mannequins Shimmer like microwaves, smile like mannequins Look at those people out there Such strange looks on their faces Stumbling about, clutching suitcases From rickety this to rackety that Scraping grace from their soles At golden surname laundrymats So I'm setting off for places where voices echo free Vespertine sidewalk lullabies hold the city's keys Just tilting and whirling, waiting for June For I knew where the moon kept her dobro So I tickle a bug and I watch it run Where folded worries hold no water La la la