ENVY ON THE COAST -- If God Smokes Cheap Cigars

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track: 8 - If God Smokes Cheap Cigars
Interprete: Envy on the coast
Album: Lucy gray

Lyrics:

We'll take the elevator down and thought your flesh is unaffected
you'll tell me just how scared you are to watch the others burn.
Watch the others burn.

And if the alter came to us, I don't believer our eyes would shutter
tongues knotted as we stutter
over prayers we'd swore we'd say.
If it was written in that book,
all the answers to the questions
maybe we'd find the time to read it before we die,
someday before we die.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]

We know all there is to know, a carpenter and a magician
bread and wine, and sins from which we must abstain.
That's what the stories said, they said that sins shall be forgiven.
So count your blessings and wait and take this name in vain.
We've got this all wrong
We must have made a mistake...
If there were holes in our hands, I don't believe,
I don't believe that anything would change.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x4]

I've never coveted nor killed and I was taught to say Amen.
I've read of bloody hands and incorruptibles.
I'm just hoping for the best...
I can't believe that you could say,
"The answers unlock this gate..."
'Cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead [x4]

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
you've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
that you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]

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track: 7 - Mirrors
Interprete: Envy on the coast
Album: Lucy gray

Lyrics:

Dear Miss White,

Oh damn this night.
You wouldn't believe how much it Snows
In the summer heat.
With red iron feet,
You'll be nursing a bloody nose.

Princess wrecked.
We'll talk in our sleep,
But I wouldn't dare to sit too close.
I can't be your prince.
Though your secrets are safe,
I am the mirror who can't let go.

With hair as Black as night,
Her skin, a dead, pearly White,
And blood red, on the bathroom wall...

With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away.
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
That's not what you needed anyway.
All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost...
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep.

Let this apartment breathe,
'Cause it's what it needs.
I'm suffocating the clock to keep you.
I think like a saint,
But swing like a thief,
And inadvertently leading you
To believe I'm your prince,
Adorn your bedroom with hints.
Take the Red from your eyes
And ink it into your skin.
Now watch what you say,
'Cause there's nothing Gray,
About the color of your sin.

With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away.
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
That's not what you needed anyway.
All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost...
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep.

A fix. Just a little bit.
Give the girl enough to sleep through this.
So, stop staring at the mirror
Before it tells you the truth.
Operate operate operate, or it'll kill you too.

With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away.
You breathing and bloodshot, tired mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
You need to see the pieces you've thrown away.
All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost...
Keep your body get the hell away...

From,
Me

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ENVY ON THE COAST ESTA CONFORMADO POR:

Brian Byrne (guitarra/voces)
Ryan Hunter (voces/guitarra)
Jeremy Velardi (bajo)
Sal Bossio (piano)
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(segmento legal obligatorio xD)
La cancion no me pertenece y es subida a youtube solo con fines de entretenimiento,,,,mio,,, y de mis amigos q ven estas carajadas

Category:

Music

Tags:

• ENVY
• ON
• THE
• COAST
• If
• God
• Smokes
• Cheap
• Cigars

[WashyBanjo]

Music is like a drug, I could say no but it wouldn't let me.

[RedZepp71]

love.

[worldwide181]

yesssss like it !

[sickomcflippo]

this is awesome quality

[MeAndMyLittleVoices]

Cause we might as well be blind.