Beck
Beck - Derelict songtekst
Je score:
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night unpacked my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Shooting venom at the passers-by Hi-jackers tied the heavens down I put my eyes in a paper bag Spinnin` round like a gambling wheel Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night unpacked my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
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Auteur: John King, Mike Simpson
Componist: ?
Publisher: Geffen Records, Inc.
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Deze songtekst wordt hier getoond met toestemming van de Federatie van Muziekauteurs en Uitgevers (Femu).