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Teague In Prada Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
TEAGUE IN A PRADA
Well slice me off that bit of old pavement
I woke up all cold and grey
- Woah oh
Well these pack of dogs
Sharp tooth they trot
They followed me
They felt my pain
– Woah oh
These streets at night
These flickering lights
I run and hide
Out of my mind
– Woah oh
UH OH OH
Dust in these jeans
I got dust in these jeans
Dust in these jeans
Got dust in these jeans
Dust in these Jeans
Got dust in these jeans
Dust...
Well I recall not one damn soul
Gathered round this damp dark hole
– Woah oh
The things I've seen
No birds no bees
Just bones in the trees
And dust in the streets
– Woah oh
I cry I plead don't swallow me
I near nothing but still I scream
– Woah oh
UH OH OH
Dust in these jeans
Got dust in these jeans
Dust in these jeans
Got dust in these jeans
Dust in these jeans
Got dust in these jeans
Dust...
Strange forms are forced
From the darkness
Many to slow to escape
To the streets
To seal their doom
Their inevitable end
Floating freely In the dust
Free to move about
But not beyond the boarder
Water trickles
And legs click silently
Yet I lay here
Dust filled jeans
No pockets
No seams