Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

We are the cock-eyed children left to in tarantula glue.
We are the shock-eyed children to suckle straw in the soap opera zoo.
We are the engines pumping out children strangled by static the noisy sun.
So you tell us what's brewing in your trenches?
Let us see you've got hidden under the web.
Come on, come on, what's listening in those stretch
Tell us, us, taxman, what you meant when you said...

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned like a out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I pledge to the small talk nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
like a cracked open piata
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula in our pina coladas.

cooking in your stain? (come on taxman)
The clang of cash register fangs
What's cooking our (come on taxman)
The addictive hum of bubble gum
on taxman!
This milk tree that you call love collapses like an empty glove..
Feed it! (yeah ) it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah)
And we know that on another asshole wont make us shit more,
but who can resist a at the pink tarantula store?

tarantula! (Yeah!)
tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!

When you wake up in the morning the rising sun through its frosted veil.
We'll always lay together dreaming of other people the poison hail.
You look so disgusting, all pink and puckered, with tarantula hair.
You so disgusting I can feel the sight rotting off of my prowling stare.

And we know TV fed us our first footsteps,
but the Ketamine is gonna teach us, us, teach us,
gonna us, teach us, teach us just how to crawl.

We are the cross-eyed children misled to in tarantula webs.
we are the gawk-eyed children chained to rot in the designer fuck beds.

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned like a out conversation.
Phone, TV, sweets, suck,
I allegiance to the small talk nation.
Wrapped, packed, soiled, stacked,
Gaping like a cracked open
Counted, measured, copied, faxed,
Pink tarantula teeth in our pina

tarantula! (Yeah!)
tarantula! (Oh yeah!)
tarantula!
1, 2, 3, go!