The Angels - Straightjacket Lyrics
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Straightjacket
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What Are The Lyrics For Straightjacket By The Angels?
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
He comes from a wasteland where stones misdeed into the night They pretend they feed him, then shoot him down in the Search light They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them Dressing you up in a straight jacket Wearing his straight jacket, taking his pay back in scars She lies beside him and tells him that life's not too hard They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them Dressing you up in a straight jacket Caught by the fear and the anger of all you despise Wanting the feeling of eden, you've learnt how to die ------------------------------------------------------------ He comes from the wasteland Where stone streets lead into the night They greet him and feed him Then shoot him down in their searchlight They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them Dressing you up in a straight jacket Wearing his straight jacket Taking his pay packet scars She lies beside him and Tells him that life's not too hard They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them Dressing you up in a straight jacket They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them Dressing you up in a straight jacket Caught by the fear and the Anger of all you despise Wall in the feelin' revealing You've learned how to die They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them Dressing you up in a straight jacket They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them Dressing you up in a straight jacket Straight jacket (repeat) |
Who Wrote Straightjacket By The Angels?
Richard Brewster-jones, John Carrington Brewster-jones, Bernard Patrick Neeson
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