Текст песни Stone Temple Pilots - Trippin On A Hole In A Paperheart
Stone Temple Pilots - Trippin On A Hole In A Paperheart слова песни
Don`t cut out my paper heart I ain`t dying anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin` lemon yellow booze Ol` leadbelly sings the blues All dressed up on wedding day Keep on trippin` anyway I am I am I said I`m not myself But I`m not dead and I`m not for sale So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day death bed motorcade Fake the heat and scratch the itch Skinned up knees and salty lips I`ll breathe your life, vicks vapor life And when you binge I purge alike Let`s go it`s harder going on One more trip and I`ll be gone So keep your head up, keep it on Just a whisper I`ll be gone Take a breath and make it big It`s the last you`ll ever get Break your neck with diamond noose It`s the last you`ll ever choose I am I am I said I`m not myself But I`m not dead and I`m not for sale Hold me closer, closer let me go Let me be, just let me be