the libertines Up the Bracket Tell the King didn't give you something to be proud about if you come up the hard way they remind you every day: 'you're nothing' my words in your moth are mumbled all about you're like a tabloid journalist the way you cut and paste and twist: you're awful go and tell it to your king, tell him everything tell him you know how I feel tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates when I'm all levered off my face and I can work out what it's not about and see snakes in eyes and a million danger signs if you come late you shouldn't dare complain and you won't like this at all there's nothing to break your fall and you know how I feel out of place until I'm levered off my face.... |
Videos
|
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.