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Interpret: Alice Cooper Žánr: Národnost: - Poslední album: Brutal Planet |
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TEXTY PÍSNÍ / ALICE COOPER / PICK UP THE BONES |
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PICK UP THE BONESInterpret: Alice Cooper Text písně Collecting pieces of my family In an old pillow case This one has a skull But it don't have a face These look like the arms of father so strong And the ring on this finger Means my Grandma is gone Here's some legs in a cloud Where my sister once played Here's some mud made of blood And these teeth are decayed The ear of my brother The hand of a friend And I just can't Put them back together again Pick up the bones And set them on fire Follow the smoke going higher and higher Pick up the bones And wish them goodnight Pray them a prayer and turn out the light There are stains on the floor Where kitchen once stood There are ribs on the fire place Mixed with the wood There are forces in the air Ghosts in the wind Some bullets in the back And some scars on the skin There were demons with guns Who marched through this place Killing everything that breathed They're an inhuman race There are holes in the walls Bloody hair on the bricks And the smell of this hell Is making me sick Pick up the bones And set them on fire Follow the smoke going higher and higher Pick up the bones And wish them goodnight Pray them a prayer and turn out the light Pick up the bones And set them on fire Follow the scope going higher and higher Pick up the bones And wish them goodnight Pray them a prayer and turn out the light Now maybe someday The suns gonna shine Flowers will bloom And all will be fine But nothing will grow On this burnt cursive ground Cuz the breathe of the death Is the only sound Komentáře |
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