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 by static from the noisy sun.
So won't you us what's brewing in your trenches?
Let us see you've got hidden under the web.
Come on, come on, listening in those stretch marks?
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 teeth in our pina coladas.

What's cooking in your (come on taxman)
The sleepy clang of cash register
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..
it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah)
And we know that sewing on another asshole wont make us more,
but who can a two-for-one 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 shines through its veil.
always lay together dreaming of other people under the poison hail.
You look so disgusting, all pink and puckered, covered with hair.
You look so disgusting I can feel the sight rotting off of my stare.

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

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

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

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