Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Tarantulas

We are the cock-eyed children left to in tarantula glue.
We are the shock-eyed children left to suckle in the soap opera zoo.
We are the engines out children strangled by static from the noisy sun.
So won't you tell us brewing in your trenches?
Let us see what you've got under the web.
Come on, come on, what's listening in stretch marks?
Tell us, tell us, taxman, what you meant you said...

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

cooking in your stain? (come on taxman)
The sleepy of cash register fangs
What's our sun? (come on taxman)
The hum of bubble gum slums
on taxman!
This withered milk tree that you call love like an empty glove..
it! (yeah ) Suck it! (yeah) Own it! (yeah) Fuck it! (yeah)
And we know that sewing on another asshole make us shit more,
but who can resist a two-for-one at the pink 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 under the hail.
You look so disgusting, all pink and puckered, with tarantula hair.
You look so disgusting I can the sight rotting off of my prowling stare.

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

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

Sleep, eat, own, fuck,
Abandoned a bombed 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,
tarantula teeth in our pina coladas

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