Prick - Communiqué Lyrics
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Communiqué
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What Are The Lyrics For Communiqué By Prick?
Oh yes, this is it.
This will be the night. Let your forcefield drop, Sensors out, and try to communicate Your x-ray ears are shattering the walls In your home. Go, disconnect the phone It's primitive and cold. Free the dormant you Dying to unfold. Communicate! I'll meet you in your room. We'll interrupt your dreaming. You'll say a prayer or two. Don't give me that! Like anyone could help you. Don't give me that! Hey! It's tonight. This will be the night. Of all the years you have wished It could be you and now It is right! yes! This is it! This will be the night! Communicate! Try to communicate! Crawl to your intellect And ask for it's advice. Pray, give a sign The difference of men and mice. I'll meet you in your room. We'll do it while you're sleeping. You'll say a prayer or two. Don't give me that! Like anyone could help you. Give me that! Hey! Yeah, this could be the night. Of all the years you have wished It could be you, and now This is your night. Of all the years that you wished it could be you, All those years that you dropped To your knees and ticked away All the years that you wished it could be you, and now It is right! yes! This is it! This will be the night! Try to communicate! Communicate! This will be the night. |
Who Wrote Communiqué By Prick?
Kevin Mcmahon
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What's The Duration Of The Communiqué By Prick?The duration of Communiqué is 4:04 minutes and seconds. |
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