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• Artiste: Sunset Rubdown
• Titre: Stadiums And Shrines (Piano Segue Alt. Version)
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I lift my dress up to the ceiling tiles Of stadiums and shrines And if you see something to cheer for You can say, “I stole all the good lines” Lets do this in a dying light Nothing brighter than a half-lit marquee All the voices of the ones I love Are the white scars on my knees You'll wave your courageous arms Like a black flag in the night When boys stoop to use another boys' jones 'Cause their mother didn't raise 'em right And I'll wave my courageous arms Like a black flag in the night I'll sing a verse and you can ring the alarm bells Sometimes they sound kinda nice In the dying light I lift my dress up over my head I'll lift it in the skies 'Cause nothing's been [nothing's been] said And now I'm paying through the fucking nose 'Cause everybody knows I'm just the highest bidder Hands red with the blood of my heroes And the money I took from their children I'll lift my dress and you'll say “Hey, there's a little kid in there. Hey, there's a little kid in there.” Put 'em in the house with Twenty foot walls and lock the doors. [But you're not the inspector!] You built this church with stolen goods [Oh please, inspector...] You built this church with stolen goods [Oh please, inspector...] People get burned when the tables get turned [Where's your lie detector?] You built this church with stolen goods [Oh please, inspector...] Do I have the right To lift my dress up over my head? I'll lift it in the skies 'Cause nothing's been [nothing's been] said And now I'm paying through the fucking nose 'Cause everybody knows I'm just the highest bidder In the dying light I lift my dress up over my head In the dark, in the night 'Cause nothing's been [nothing's been] said And now I'm paying through the fucking nose 'Cause Lord knows I've been turning bad tricks so... You built this church with stolen goods [Oh please, inspector...] You built this church with stolen goods [Oh please, inspector...] People should burn when the tables get turned [Where's your lie detector?] You built this church with stolen goods [Oh please, inspector...] And I'll waaaaaaaave my courageous arms Like a black flag in the night When boys stoop to use other boys' jones 'Cause their mothers never raised 'em right And you'll wave your courageous arms Like a black flag in the night I'll sing a verse and you'll ring the alarm bells Sometimes they sound kinda nice And I'll lift my dress over my head in the night IS THAT ALRIGHT? I'll lift my dress over my head in the night IS THAT ALRIGHT? And I'll wave my courageous arms [Oooh-ooh...] Like a black flag in the night I'll sing a verse and you can ring the alarm bells Sometimes they sound kinda nice... And in the dying light......