歌词名称：Death of a Martian
Death of a Martian
Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for clara’s bare feet
The love of a martian
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door
Making something out of nothin’
These are the best that I
I don’t know how to say
Losin’ what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin’
Making something out of nothin’
These are the best that I
I don’t know what to say
Look at what I lost today
And these are the things that I
Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
This martain ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a martian
Let’s bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
Lots of love just keep it comin’
Making something out of nothin’
These are the best that I
I don’t know how to say
Losin’ what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin’
Making something out of nothin’
These are the best that I
I don’t know what to say
Look at what I lost today
And these are the things that I
(She’s got sword in case
Tho this is not her lord incase
The one who can’t afford to face
Her image is restored to grace.
Disappeared.
No trace.
Musky tears.
Suitcase.
The down turn brave
Little burncub bearcareless turnip snare
Rampages pitch color pages...
Down and out but not in Vegas.
Disembarks and disengages.
No loft.
Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude
For the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
To dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its.
It’s for you.
Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
Muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show.
It’s a beehive barrel race.
A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.
Embossed beneath a box in the closet that’s lost.
The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries.
Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who’s bouquet set a course for bloom without decay.
Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles... away...)
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[00:01.78]Death of a Martian
[00:05.15]
[00:18.08]Bear paws and rascal power
[00:21.63]Watching us in your garage
[00:25.89]Big girl you ate the neighbor
[00:29.93]The nova is over
[00:34.62]Wake up and play
[00:38.88]Balleradio
[00:43.07]Make room for clara’s bare feet
[00:47.13]The love of a martian
[00:50.91]
[00:51.63]Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
[00:55.45]This clock is opening another door
[00:58.82]
[00:59.02]
[01:01.07]Making something out of nothin’
[01:03.33]These are the best that I
[01:07.48]I don’t know how to say
[01:09.49]Losin’ what I love today
[01:11.56]These are the best that I
[01:15.70]Lots of love just keep it comin’
[01:17.63]Making something out of nothin’
[01:19.72]These are the best that I
[01:24.06]I don’t know what to say
[01:25.89]Look at what I lost today
[01:28.03]And these are the things that I
[01:32.88]
[01:41.14]Blood flowers in the kitchen
[01:45.23]Signing off and winding down
[01:48.85]This martain ends her mission
[01:53.05]The nova is over
[01:57.70]She caught the ball
[02:01.80]By the mission bell
[02:06.06]Chase lizards bark at donkeys
[02:10.37]The love of a martian
[02:14.02]
[02:14.35]Let’s bow our heads
[02:16.86]And let the trumpets blow
[02:18.59]Our girl is gone
[02:20.30]God bless her little soul
[02:21.60]
[02:22.17]Lots of love just keep it comin’
[02:24.20]Making something out of nothin’
[02:26.29]These are the best that I
[02:30.41]I don’t know how to say
[02:32.47]Losin’ what I love today
[02:34.51]These are the best that I
[02:38.60]Lots of love just keep it comin’
[02:40.56]Making something out of nothin’
[02:42.68]These are the best that I
[02:46.82]I don’t know what to say
[02:48.85]Look at what I lost today
[02:50.88]And these are the things that I
[03:00.26]
[03:05.96](She’s got sword in case
[03:07.87]Tho this is not her lord incase
[03:10.06]The one who can’t afford to face
[03:11.88]Her image is restored to grace.
[03:13.85]
[03:14.32]Disappeared.
[03:14.96]No trace.
[03:15.43]Musky tears.
[03:16.18]Suitcase.
[03:16.88]
[03:17.61]The down turn brave
[03:19.34]Little burncub bearcareless turnip snare
[03:21.87]Rampages pitch color pages...
[03:23.54]Down and out but not in Vegas.
[03:25.34]Disembarks and disengages.
[03:27.13]No loft.
[03:27.70]
[03:28.00]Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude
[03:31.79]For the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
[03:34.91]To dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its.
[03:38.44]It’s for you.
[03:39.08]
[03:39.52]Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
[03:42.89]Muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show.
[03:47.12]It’s a beehive barrel race.
[03:50.26]A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.
[03:55.16]Embossed beneath a box in the closet that’s lost.
[03:57.24]The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries.
[04:00.41]Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.
[04:05.57]Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who’s bouquet set a course for bloom without decay.
[04:11.91]Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles... away...)