- Portugal. The Man Church Mouth 歌詞
- Portugal. The Man
- Sell me, I'm a skeptical boy
And if you need help
I'm not easily found
We met the man in the deep deep south with the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth papers, read and weigh down the stands
It's cold out here and waiting weighs on this man still not full,
I need a pass and a page march stepped some steps and it spoke some war tongues flickered about that dirty old church mouth "my breath was short better hit the ground runnin" fill me up with money gold 'cause ain't nobody ever need me
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me my salt was skin of maps made whole gotta get out gotta sell this soul
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me stroll about through these forks and roads find me in the pines in the sleet and cold
Shine on, in this brilliant paced pulse all
I need in this life is this love
We met the man in the deep deep south with the **** teeth smile that poured about the church's mouth
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me my salt was skin of maps made whole gotta get out gotta sell this soul
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me stroll about through these forks and roads find me in the pines in the sleet and cold fill me up with money gold cause ain't nobody ever need me then take me to the steeple let the preachers hands a bathe me
I'm going down down to the river
Ain't nobody needs me i never wanna let that man's hands a-bathe me
I'm going down down down down down
We met the man in the deep deep south with the gritty smile and the dirty old church mouth
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
I'll be better when that sleep comes and finds me
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