Letra de Chrome - Recoil
Letra de canci�n de Chrome de Recoil lyrics
So let�s be done with this. You said �I want you, I don�t want another, I want a girl who
knows how to suffer.� Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now
you�re in the middle of someone terrible and you�re carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw
boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws,
your French positions, your stripper damage. It�s more than you can hide, more than
you can manage. I�m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the
dark boys, I swear you�ll be the last one. I�m done with the dark boys, through with the
dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you
dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She�s gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a
girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you�re just looking for a clean sleep. She
doesn�t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft
machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You�re so rocked and wrapped in
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anguish, some little tragedy I�m slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home,
now I�m butcher, now you�re bone. I�m done with the dark boys, through with the dark
boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I�m done with the dark boys, through with the
dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you�ll be the last one. It�s documented,
tequila scented. You want a girl who�s pale and bled, you want a girl who�s easily led. Her
slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn�t hurt just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she
doesn�t read you, she fed the hand that bit her, she doesn�t need you. Your fill-in girls,
your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesn�t mean
telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I�m done with the dark boys, through
with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you�ll be the last one. I�m done, I�m
through.
knows how to suffer.� Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now
you�re in the middle of someone terrible and you�re carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw
boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws,
your French positions, your stripper damage. It�s more than you can hide, more than
you can manage. I�m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the
dark boys, I swear you�ll be the last one. I�m done with the dark boys, through with the
dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you
dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She�s gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a
girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you�re just looking for a clean sleep. She
doesn�t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft
machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You�re so rocked and wrapped in
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anguish, some little tragedy I�m slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home,
now I�m butcher, now you�re bone. I�m done with the dark boys, through with the dark
boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I�m done with the dark boys, through with the
dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you�ll be the last one. It�s documented,
tequila scented. You want a girl who�s pale and bled, you want a girl who�s easily led. Her
slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn�t hurt just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she
doesn�t read you, she fed the hand that bit her, she doesn�t need you. Your fill-in girls,
your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesn�t mean
telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I�m done with the dark boys, through
with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you�ll be the last one. I�m done, I�m
through.
