The Legendary Pink Dots - Spike

H with a capital Hate
Out catching souls and drilling holes and
It can make you feel like Jesus
'Til that sword gets driven in
Stepped over on the homeless night
They sprayed the wall my desperate friend
Tried to climb in vain they felt his pulse
They swept him clean away

Oh, you fucking fool
You left us carrying your useless pain
We're trapped here 'til we die
We're trapped here 'til we die
We're trapped here 'til we die
We're trapped here 'til we die die
Die die die die die

The remains, the remains, the residue
The remains, the remains, the residue
The remains, the remains, the residue
The remains, the remains, now, is it you?
Is it you? Is it you?

Written by:
BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find