Dry Riser [Live] Songtext
von Kerbdog
Dry Riser [Live] Songtext
I, I, I, I see you witness
Cover my tracks and there′ll be no inquest
I, I, I, I see their faces
Take me ashore and I'll do my damndest
Bringing my head down
Oh, not if I have to
They will never take me down
No way
They still stand by the old ground
Oh, not if I have to
Language stays in its own town
Not me
Bread is white, foreign bride
Comes to me when in sight
Come and pray, not today
They′ll be there on your side
Try to take a rest from your own way
Have more detest for your own name
Drive 'til your arms are on freehand
Oh, not anything easy
I, I, I, I hear my name said
Cover my tracks 'til I′ve found a regret
I, I, I, I dream of hatred
Take me ashore and I′ll do my fucking damndest
And damndest
Bringing my head down
Oh, not if I have to
They will never take me down
No way
They still stand by the old ground
Oh, not if I have to
Language stays in its own town
Not me
Bread is white, foreign bride
Comes to me when in sight
Come and pray, not today
They'll be there on your side
Try to take a rest from your own way
Have more detest for your own name
Drive ′til your arms are on freehand
Oh, not anything easy
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
Cover my tracks and there′ll be no inquest
I, I, I, I see their faces
Take me ashore and I'll do my damndest
Bringing my head down
Oh, not if I have to
They will never take me down
No way
They still stand by the old ground
Oh, not if I have to
Language stays in its own town
Not me
Bread is white, foreign bride
Comes to me when in sight
Come and pray, not today
They′ll be there on your side
Try to take a rest from your own way
Have more detest for your own name
Drive 'til your arms are on freehand
Oh, not anything easy
I, I, I, I hear my name said
Cover my tracks 'til I′ve found a regret
I, I, I, I dream of hatred
Take me ashore and I′ll do my fucking damndest
And damndest
Bringing my head down
Oh, not if I have to
They will never take me down
No way
They still stand by the old ground
Oh, not if I have to
Language stays in its own town
Not me
Bread is white, foreign bride
Comes to me when in sight
Come and pray, not today
They'll be there on your side
Try to take a rest from your own way
Have more detest for your own name
Drive ′til your arms are on freehand
Oh, not anything easy
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
Writer(s): Colin Fenelly, Cormack Battle, Darragh Butler, Kerbdog, William Dalton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
