Green Day - Suffocate Lyrics
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Suffocate
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What Are The Lyrics For Suffocate By Green Day?
Its 3 a.m. I'm drunk again
My head is standing underneath my puke So make it stop I'm getting off Make it stop I'm getting off Sedatives and dizzy smells And spillin' my guts out all day And make a piddle Make it stop I'm getting off Make it stop I"m getting off I slipped into a comma once again Where's my organ donor? Lend a hand So when you think you're all alone No one's left to come around Drop like flies and empathize And I know now that I will someday And I know that I will suffocate Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate One night stands and cheap regrets I take another drag off of my cigarette So stop I'm getting off Make it stop I'm getting off One last stop for one-track, mind ya Just gimme shelter,gimme Gimme something Make it stop I'm getting off Make it stop I'm getting off I slipped into a comma once again Where's my organ? Don't know, lend a hand So when you think you're all alone No one's help to come around Drop like flies and improvise And I know now that I will someday And I know that I will suffocate Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate So when you think you're all alone No one's help to come around Drop like flies and improvise And I know now that I will someday And I know that I will suffocate And I know now that I will someday And I know that I will suffocate Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate |
Who Wrote Suffocate By Green Day?
Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
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What's The Duration Of The Suffocate By Green Day?The duration of Suffocate is 2:59 minutes and seconds. |
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