Song: | Bones in the Buttercup |
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There’s bones in the buttercup, there’s garbage on the ground
ginger on the grass, girdles for the drowns Purity and childhood are symbols of belief like this summer on Heligoland with brilliant vintage reefs Bones in the buttercup, madness all around free membership for followers, we’re all homeward bound Bones in the buttercup, the hero deeply skinned French bowline in the bilge, three sheets to the wind gunpowder for your head, you wanna revolution ? brainwashed by the social for this ruggedized solution Bones in the buttercup, madness all around free membership for followers, we’re all homeward bound Bones in the buttercup, covered by a hood sparrows and squirrels alone in muddy wood doubleshit constipations are reflections of my brain cause every step ahead is the undertakers gain Bones in the buttercup, madness all around free membership for followers, we’re all homeward bound life is something that happens (Text & Musik: S. Winter) |