Тексты песен «Foxing»

Cursed on the odds by Father Mark The Parish Picnic, Spring '07 Said "Take the bet or burn in hell" It seems like god gets enough attention "But he's starving for your compliments" And I'm placing...

I can be romantic When I'm starving for sleep When I try but I can't seem To remember anything With hair from a dog I've got a fistful of its mane It's too coarse to stomach So I shove it down my throat Luck left late...

Never the taste of fear You got left in the fine print The font was serif'd and tasteless It was slanted and Latin to death They said "Come on and get off of the bridge And we can take the cameras down" When...

Mayan-hearted in Gatwick I was golden in LaGuardia If I step one foot back in Lambert I'm one step in the wrong Give back a note from the other one Tell them all to go home Give back a note from the other one Tell them...

Glued up I feel so Insulated I feel desperate I could wake up But I won't I feel slowed down I've been shortchanged with the lord for too long I've been thinking of new ways To f..ck with old friends I just want real...

I'm passive to the point of giving up Don't have a shirt left clean enough to stumble out So I'm drifting by the woman in the clouds Of the celebrity cologne But it won't work like that Cause nothing works like that...

Mouth open For rain pinching Your nose pinching To wake yourself from hell But your knees Glued to the floor Anchored in fear Roots in the wolves that spilt their life into you Nativity of the botched pact boon...