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Alberto Trobia - Lying Peacocks Lyrics



Alberto Trobia - Lying Peacocks Lyrics




Dirty liar
Have you ever tried to show the holy seal?
See the people, how they spit and turn the face
When they come across your saints

Dirty mi'ster
Have you ever seen this mess inside a book?
I woke up lazy, do me a favor
Mine a smoky lie for me

You can keep calm
They won't drive you out
Pick up your costumes
Cram the lies in a pocket
The road is crowded
By the victims of your revolution
Throw out your cards
It's time to run away

Too much peacocks
Holding mediocre merchandise and crumbs
They parade and brag, don't they realize
We've seen them sell the host?

You can keep calm
They won't drive you out
Pick up your costumes
Cram the lies in a pocket
The road is crowded
By the victims of your revolution
Throw out your cards
It's time to run away

Under your silky voice and vest, you're hiding second hand relief
Shiny glass and little toys for dummy kids
In your bejewelled fingers you're hiding scales and poison

They left behind
Their colored feathers, had a nap inside your sheets and thoughts
Now you do know what's the stink of the surprise
They're saving in the fridge

You can keep calm
They won't drive you out
Pick up your costumes
Cram the lies in a pocket
The road is crowded
By the victims of your revolution
Throw out your cards
It's time to run away
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Dirty liar
Have you ever tried to show the holy seal?
See the people, how they spit and turn the face
When they come across your saints

Dirty mi'ster
Have you ever seen this mess inside a book?
I woke up lazy, do me a favor
Mine a smoky lie for me

You can keep calm
They won't drive you out
Pick up your costumes
Cram the lies in a pocket
The road is crowded
By the victims of your revolution
Throw out your cards
It's time to run away

Too much peacocks
Holding mediocre merchandise and crumbs
They parade and brag, don't they realize
We've seen them sell the host?

You can keep calm
They won't drive you out
Pick up your costumes
Cram the lies in a pocket
The road is crowded
By the victims of your revolution
Throw out your cards
It's time to run away

Under your silky voice and vest, you're hiding second hand relief
Shiny glass and little toys for dummy kids
In your bejewelled fingers you're hiding scales and poison

They left behind
Their colored feathers, had a nap inside your sheets and thoughts
Now you do know what's the stink of the surprise
They're saving in the fridge

You can keep calm
They won't drive you out
Pick up your costumes
Cram the lies in a pocket
The road is crowded
By the victims of your revolution
Throw out your cards
It's time to run away
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Writer: Alberto Trobia, Tiziana Cariello
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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