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• Artiste: Yeasayer
• Titre: Reagan's Skeleton
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The party's here. Down in a hole outside of Ventura Lo and behold, found beauty I said I've never seen a red head come boast just like that She said outside, got something to see We walked a quiet road for miles at first Couldn't see a thing Rattle from the dark, chills up my spine Coming from the trees oh That's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead That's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally Musta passed out when I came to I'm tied up To my surprise, by the young lady And as her face grew sick her nails tore out my heart Blood trickled down, economically The laughter from the dark was low at first But what came could call for me I recognise the stench of burning flesh As they began to feed oh On Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead That's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally Horror, the horror, what an awful way to fall in love Horror, the horror, what an awful way to fall in love That's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undead That's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally