Cass McCombs - Sleeping Volcanoes Lyrics
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Sleeping Volcanoes
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What Are The Lyrics For Sleeping Volcanoes By Cass McCombs?
Sleeping volcanoes under this heathen Shambala
Ready to blow molten shell any minute Help me, Armageddon, help me, Armageddon Help me to be calm Help me, Armageddon, help me, Armageddon And I'll help you with your song We're the refugees Drifting through your trees A shadow never sleeps We're all over the world We're all over the world We're all over the world Little boys and girls Don't forget the old ones, too Someday that might be you All over the world Thank you to the authentic fake A true enigmatic uncle Welcome to cuckoo land Home of the fake Help us, Armageddon, help us, Armageddon Help us every day (Oh, won't you, too) Help us, Armageddon, help us, Armageddon We'll help you in every way In Babylon Though you wake up and find us gone Our beat goes on and on We're all over the world All over the world We're all over the world Don't forget the elders Someday they might be Helter Skelter All over the world All over the world Until the next world The third world or the next world war Class war all over this world We're all over the world All over the world, all over the world All over the world, all over the world All over the world We're all over the world We're over it |
Who Wrote Sleeping Volcanoes By Cass McCombs?
Cass Mccombs
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What's The Duration Of The Sleeping Volcanoes By Cass McCombs?The duration of Sleeping Volcanoes is 4:27 minutes and seconds. |
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