I could cut my hands off now,
Just to force this gale out of me, out for me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
I have 300 bombs all in my head
I have 300 bombs all in my head.
I could cut my hands off now,
Just to force this gale out of me, out for me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
I could cut my hands off now,
Just to find the skeleton of me, ton of me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out and dry out.
Foals - Dearth Lyrics
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I could cut my hands off now,
Just to force this gale out of me, out for me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
I have 300 bombs all in my head
I have 300 bombs all in my head.
I could cut my hands off now,
Just to force this gale out of me, out for me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
I could cut my hands off now,
Just to find the skeleton of me, ton of me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out and dry out.
Just to force this gale out of me, out for me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
I have 300 bombs all in my head
I have 300 bombs all in my head.
I could cut my hands off now,
Just to force this gale out of me, out for me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
Saturday we could come home and cut the phone lines
I could cut my hands off now,
Just to find the skeleton of me, ton of me
We could peel artichoke hearts and break our legs and dry out and dry out.
Writer: JACK WILLIAM BEVAN, EDWIN THOMAS CONGREAVE, WALTER JAMES MORRISON GERVERS, YANNIS BARNABAS EMANUEL PHILIPPAKIS, JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Foals
Language: English
Length: 5:03
Written by: JACK WILLIAM BEVAN, EDWIN THOMAS CONGREAVE, WALTER JAMES MORRISON GERVERS, YANNIS BARNABAS EMANUEL PHILIPPAKIS, JAMES SMITH