We The Kings - I Gave Birth To The Twentieth Century (Lyrics) скачать видео бесплатно

This song is from WTK's EP known as Between the Ink and Paper. This is my favorite song by We The Kings. It incorporates so many different styles of music, I wish they would release new stuff with this sound to it.

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Call the constable

There is blood in the streets

Call the constable

Call the constable

There is blood in the streets

Call the constable

White chapels stained with shame

Like a child, you fell right into my game

A sprig of grapes and chardonnay

Did you even know my name?

A gentleman with horse and carriage

Is four pounds for the taking

I gave birth to the twentieth century

They couldn't have done it without me

You fear my name but not my face

Is that where you went wrong?

Escape from your lungs, awake Mary

There's a taste of laudanum on your lips

This feeling is numb

The way you've pulled me in

So go ahead and kiss me goodnight

Comatose and two pints for the ride

No one can hear you cry

Where did you go wrong?

You marched the streets of London

Never saying a word

It seems like heaven and hell

Are fighting their waiting for you

Did someone follow you there?

(Did someone follow you there?)

Is that where you went wrong?

Did someone follow you there?

He was so clean

Like the knife was an extension of his body

Escape from your lungs, awake Mary

There's a taste of laudanum on your lips

This feeling is numb

The way you've pulled me in

So go ahead and kiss me goodnight

Comatose and two pints for the ride

No one can hear you cry

So clever I never rushed

I never said you meant this much

So clever I never rushed

I never said, I never said

So clever I never rushed

(Where did you go wrong)

I never said you meant this much

(Where did you go wrong)

So clever I never rushed

(Where did you go wrong)

We never said you meant this much

I never said you meant this much for us

I never said, I never said

I never said you meant this much for us

I never said, I never said

So clever I never rushed

Call the constable

There is blood in the streets

Call the constable

White chapels stained with shame

Call the constable

There is blood in the streets

Call the constable

White chapels stained with shame