The Damned Things - Black Heart Lyrics
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Black Heart
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Heart By The Damned Things?
I hope you've taken notice of the wandering eyes, all the circling wagons and where I draw the line
All the birds of prey that keep searching have come to feast on my little black heart Some get discouraged while the other ones starve We've got to keep moving And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart A blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in, and I just keep repeating every goddamn thing I try to trim some fat from the evening, throw some meat to the wolves gathered round I still get discouraged because it's just slowing me down We've got to keep moving And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart Everybody's got their own thing, what's mine is yours and yours is nothing Everybody's got their own thing, what's mine is mine and I got something And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart And even if you're nowhere to be found, I have been searching from the start Time will set the trap as strong as I was that catches you and brings you to my little black heart |
Who Wrote Black Heart By The Damned Things?
Keith Michael Buckley, Robert Caggiano, Andy Hurley, Scott Ian, Joe Trohman
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What's The Duration Of The Black Heart By The Damned Things?The duration of Black Heart is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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