Today is looking pretty gray
I got no work, I got no pay
I'm lying on the floor
With my ear to the door
Wishing you were here
Wishing there was more
I think about you
The time that we lose
I think about the end
I think about my tomb
Been playing with a beast
Instead of praying to the Lord
Bring me to the feast
I'll still eat more
And it won't be sunny
Until I get my way
Let you lick me like honey
If you can sell my name
Been playing with a beast
Instead of praying to the Lord
Bring me to the feast
I still need more
And it won't be sunny
And I won't be saved
But you can lick me like honey
If you can sell my grave
Today is looking pretty gray
I got no work, I got no pay
I'm lying on the floor
With my ear to the door
Wishing you were here
Wishing there was more
Brassie - Tomb Lyrics
Brassie - Tomb Lyrics
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Today is looking pretty gray
I got no work, I got no pay
I'm lying on the floor
With my ear to the door
Wishing you were here
Wishing there was more
I think about you
The time that we lose
I think about the end
I think about my tomb
Been playing with a beast
Instead of praying to the Lord
Bring me to the feast
I'll still eat more
And it won't be sunny
Until I get my way
Let you lick me like honey
If you can sell my name
Been playing with a beast
Instead of praying to the Lord
Bring me to the feast
I still need more
And it won't be sunny
And I won't be saved
But you can lick me like honey
If you can sell my grave
Today is looking pretty gray
I got no work, I got no pay
I'm lying on the floor
With my ear to the door
Wishing you were here
Wishing there was more
I got no work, I got no pay
I'm lying on the floor
With my ear to the door
Wishing you were here
Wishing there was more
I think about you
The time that we lose
I think about the end
I think about my tomb
Been playing with a beast
Instead of praying to the Lord
Bring me to the feast
I'll still eat more
And it won't be sunny
Until I get my way
Let you lick me like honey
If you can sell my name
Been playing with a beast
Instead of praying to the Lord
Bring me to the feast
I still need more
And it won't be sunny
And I won't be saved
But you can lick me like honey
If you can sell my grave
Today is looking pretty gray
I got no work, I got no pay
I'm lying on the floor
With my ear to the door
Wishing you were here
Wishing there was more
Writer: Rachel Brassfield
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