The rhyme doesn't always have a reason
The reason doesn't always have a rhyme
Never resisting tongue twisting treason
Never say a word and you'll be heard
Come on in and join us in the landfill
This is where you'll end up anyway
Everyone down here is feeling ill
Finally the junkyard has its day
The mind is falling from the head as the mouth is laughing loudly
The clock it goes tick and tock as it's arms are crushing sanity
In the landfill feeling ill
Feeling ill in the land fill
Laxatives in need of constipation
Are leading to relieving frustration
Swimming in the streams of runny brown
Are parasites that swallow it all down
Pollution that taints the clear blue seas
Spreading an incurable disease
Cannot you hear the sound of silence
In these gentle outbursts of violence?
In the landfill feeling ill
Feeling ill in the land fill
Succumb to the scum inside your head a
City Weezle - The Landfill (Live) Lyrics
City Weezle - The Landfill (Live) Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
The rhyme doesn't always have a reason
The reason doesn't always have a rhyme
Never resisting tongue twisting treason
Never say a word and you'll be heard
Come on in and join us in the landfill
This is where you'll end up anyway
Everyone down here is feeling ill
Finally the junkyard has its day
The mind is falling from the head as the mouth is laughing loudly
The clock it goes tick and tock as it's arms are crushing sanity
In the landfill feeling ill
Feeling ill in the land fill
Laxatives in need of constipation
Are leading to relieving frustration
Swimming in the streams of runny brown
Are parasites that swallow it all down
Pollution that taints the clear blue seas
Spreading an incurable disease
Cannot you hear the sound of silence
In these gentle outbursts of violence?
In the landfill feeling ill
Feeling ill in the land fill
Succumb to the scum inside your head a
The reason doesn't always have a rhyme
Never resisting tongue twisting treason
Never say a word and you'll be heard
Come on in and join us in the landfill
This is where you'll end up anyway
Everyone down here is feeling ill
Finally the junkyard has its day
The mind is falling from the head as the mouth is laughing loudly
The clock it goes tick and tock as it's arms are crushing sanity
In the landfill feeling ill
Feeling ill in the land fill
Laxatives in need of constipation
Are leading to relieving frustration
Swimming in the streams of runny brown
Are parasites that swallow it all down
Pollution that taints the clear blue seas
Spreading an incurable disease
Cannot you hear the sound of silence
In these gentle outbursts of violence?
In the landfill feeling ill
Feeling ill in the land fill
Succumb to the scum inside your head a
Writer: Simon Fleury
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid