Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

We are the cock-eyed children left to in tarantula glue.
We are the children left to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo.
We are the engines pumping out children strangled by static from the sun.
So won't you tell us brewing in your trenches?
Let us see what you've got hidden the web.
Come on, come on, what's in those stretch marks?
us, tell us, taxman, what you meant when you said...

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned like a out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I pledge allegiance to the talk nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
Gaping like a cracked open
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink teeth in our pina coladas.

What's in your stain? (come on taxman)
The sleepy clang of cash register
What's cooking our (come on taxman)
The addictive hum of gum slums
on taxman!
This withered milk that you call love collapses like an empty glove..
Feed it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) it! (yeah)
And we know that sewing on another asshole wont make us more,
but who can resist a two-for-one at the pink store?

tarantula! (Yeah!)
tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!

When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines its frosted veil.
always lay together dreaming of other people under the poison hail.
You so disgusting, all pink and puckered, covered with tarantula hair.
You look so disgusting I can feel the sight off of my prowling stare.

And we know that TV fed us our footsteps,
but the Ketamine is gonna teach us, teach us, us,
gonna us, teach us, teach us just how to crawl.

We are the cross-eyed misled to yellow in tarantula webs.
Yeah we are the children chained to rot in the designer fuck beds.

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned like a out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I pledge allegiance to the small nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
Gaping a cracked open piata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink teeth in our pina coladas

tarantula! (Yeah!)
tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!