Libertines/Death Cab
High register operational
In the land of the gauching skiving sun
Their bodies in the room, lad
Never an honest days work is done
They call it the Tomblands (welcome to the Tomblands)
No, never gonna get me no.
Never gonna get me no.
Never gonna get me no.
fifteen holes in the dealer's chest
Yo ho ho, he was a mini martell man
. . .
Pieces of eight in the jukebox - some things I thought you
should know
didn't wanna be the one to tell you
She was only fourteen
Sussed out your dirty sordid little scene
No, never gonna get me no.
Never gonna get me no.
Never gonna get me no.
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here
I cannot guess what we'll discover
Between the dirt with our palms cut like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain
I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body.
I do believe it's true
That there are holes left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
my lips are one of the most fundamental parts of my body.
In the land of the gauching skiving sun
Their bodies in the room, lad
Never an honest days work is done
They call it the Tomblands (welcome to the Tomblands)
No, never gonna get me no.
Never gonna get me no.
Never gonna get me no.
fifteen holes in the dealer's chest
Yo ho ho, he was a mini martell man
. . .
Pieces of eight in the jukebox - some things I thought you
should know
didn't wanna be the one to tell you
She was only fourteen
Sussed out your dirty sordid little scene
No, never gonna get me no.
Never gonna get me no.
Never gonna get me no.
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here
I cannot guess what we'll discover
Between the dirt with our palms cut like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain
I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body.
I do believe it's true
That there are holes left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
my lips are one of the most fundamental parts of my body.