Jag Hare Pogo все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
BearAnother hour of sleep will do no bad
Turn to clay beneath these snowy rocks
Your self-defense is dripping from your tongue
Stuck in the middle of your throat
A stone of gloat
Outside there's a beautiful day
Sit down and wait until they call you out to play
Have My Fingers CutLife is a curse
When you long to touch
The strangers are armed
With disguises and hexes
To see them for what they are
I’ll have my fingers cut
What they write, writhes
OpheliaOphelia, are you possessed, tell if so
Do I see what exists or a hoax?
It comes out of the shore when it starts to rain
I won’t fall for that, not again
I still come to the place where you chose to lay
Though the waters carried you far away
I gaze at the reflection, an unnamed grave
The Patriot SongTake off my poorly-made suit of a citizen
Then get rid of the wear of a working man
I’m no longer a son, a brother, a friend
I am but a blank leaf where you write the word ‘faith’
Peel off the sticky old skin of a wanting child
Wash off the salty old smell of a broken adult
I’m no longer a body, a mind, a soul