โหลดเพลง mp3 Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart - Stone Temple Pilots

Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart (LP Version) - Stone Temple Pilots
Don't cut out my paper heart
I ain't dyin' anyway

Take a look at eye full towers
Never trust them dirty liars

Sippin' lemon yellow booze

Ol' leadbelly sings the blues

All dressed up on wedding day

To keep on trippin' anyway

I am, I am I said I'm not myself
But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery

Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips

I'll breathe your life Vicks vapor life
And when you binge I purge alike
Let go it's harder holding on

One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up
Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone

Take a breath and make it big
It's the last you'll ever get
To break your neck with diamond noose
It's the last you'll ever choose

I am, I am I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

Hold me closer, closer let me go

Let me be just let me be

I am, I am I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

I am, I am I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

Hold me closer, closer let me go

Let me be just let me be

I am, I am I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery
Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade