Mouse on Mars - Blood Comes Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: Blood Comes by Mouse on Mars at LyricsKeeper.com.
Blood Comes
| Blood Comes Lyrics |
|---|
What Are The Lyrics For Blood Comes By Mouse on Mars?
This imperfection
All around All is too clear We like it here A vision of it The clarity Is interrupted A parody And we enjoy it Blood comes right back Keeps pumping, pumping Dark red and clear All around is too clear Keeps pumping, pumping All around is too clear Keeps pumping, pumping Duality All is too clear Blood comes up All around Blood comes up All around Blood comes up All around All around All around All around All around Blood comes up All around All around All around Is imperfect This imperfection All around Is imperfect Is interrupted An effect Is interrupted Is interrupted Is interrupted Is interrupted We like it here Is interrupted A vision of it Is interrupted The clarity Is interrupted Is interrupted Is interrupted A parody And we enjoy it Is interrupted Blood comes right back Is interrupted Keeps pumping pumping Is interrupted Dark red and clear Is interrupted And we enjoy it Is interrupted Blood comes right back Is interrupted Keeps pumping pumping Is interrupted Dark red and clear All around is too clear Keeps pumping, pumping Duality All around is too clear All is too clear We like it here All around is too clear All around All around is too clear All around All around This imperfection This imperfection This imperfection This imperfection This imperfection All is too clear All is too clear We like it here |
Who Wrote Blood Comes By Mouse on Mars?
Andi Toma, Dodo Nkishi, Jan St Werner
|
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- Henry Mancini: Moon River [From Breakfast at Tiffany’s] Moon river, wider than a mile…
- Liberace: Cow Cow Boogie Out on the plains down near Santa fe…
- Danny Stevens: The Oracle What a tragic mess you fools have made of this…
- Sleep: Marijuanaut's Theme Saturn five rise, as gravity dies, through ionosphere he flies…
- Tim Fite: My Hands Accidentally, on purpose…