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Artiste:
Buzzard Buzzard Buzzard
Titre:
Sugarloaf Mountain Crucify Me
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Everybody wants a piece A piece of me to keep Well, bad luck all you hipsters and freaks 'Cause I found love in honesty And I wanna climb and hold The frosted peaks of Sugarloaf And murder all my egos and ghosts Get blood-soaked, then I'll go home 'Cause I don't talk as much To my mother though I know I should Reminds me when we went to LA And I bitched and moaned the whole damn way My father's the same, I guess Though I try just to impress I want him to live 'til I'm a star So I can pay him back for my first car Does it make you feel afraid to admit That you're lost on your own? You're looking for a partner And looking for a home, well Everyone admits that they're living a lie They don't change that and I know why 'Cause the truth is terrified Of being told in every liar's eyes So they delegate and terrorize 'Til the right time for the truth arrives And, sister, I know I've been Away from almost everything And my glorious self-imposed opinion Isn't too much of a loving thing And, brother, I hope you know There's no real estate in my shadow So go on, man, go steal the show 'Cause you're a Rocket Man, you're no John Doe Not to mention the star of the game She'd get embarrassed if I mentioned her name Throw a punch and probably call me lame I swear that I will clean the tub someday You know it makes me terrified to admit That death is a fact and the clocks are always spinning There's no turning back, well Part of this life feels like a well-constructed lie And I hate that, but I don't wanna die Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Ah 'Cause I wanna climb and hold The frosted peaks of Sugarloaf And murder all my egos and ghosts Get blood-soaked, and I'll go home