The Gun Club - Thunderhead Lyrics
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Thunderhead
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What Are The Lyrics For Thunderhead By The Gun Club?
Well, she was wild
She would do anything Crawl over her head backwards Like it was 1963 She sleeps in garbage Oh Shit! Should I be alone She's got a simple case of what they call Some kinda mental health She went wild over across the sea What everybody's dreaming of Is thuderhead falling in love She was wild She would go anywhere I took her to Egypt and India Man I took her everywhere But now she sleeps in garbage But Shit! I be alone She's got a simple case of what they call Some strange kinda mental health She went wild over 'cross the sea What everybody's dreaming of Is Thunderhead falling in love? She was wild She would go anywhere She dived down over backwards Like I never knew that was there But, now, it was garbage Should I be alone? She's got a simple case of what they call Some kinda mental illness She went wild over 'cross the seas What everybody's dreaming of Is Thunderhead falling in love? She was wild She's do anything Kisses fruit so nicely Like I never ever seen But now, she sleeps in garbage Should I be alone She's got a simple case of what they call Some kind of mental hell She went wild over 'cross the seas What everybody's dreamin of Is Thunderhead falling in love? |
Who Wrote Thunderhead By The Gun Club?
Jeffrey Lee Pierce
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What's The Duration Of The Thunderhead By The Gun Club?The duration of Thunderhead is 3:31 minutes and seconds. |
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