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Confira a Letra We Know Where You Sleep

The Paper Chase

We Know Where You Sleep

I've got you now, I'll show you all
I'll kick out the chair, let you dangle slow
In the back of the bus all of us
Like the coats in cloak rooms
And if you rise again, take a form I know
The river will boil, then overflow
And the houses you're haunting
Will tremble with temporal hoodoo

I don't know about you
But I am hellbent, I know what it is that I must do
Close your eyes when we kiss
'Cause I'm prepared to set myself on fire for this

You will drop on all fours
Get down, show me what you're good for
Sass mouth, pink bellied I perceive
And for this your naughty deed
I'm throwing you over my bony knee
So don't cry, don't scream good lord
You always knew what you're in for
When my belt unbuckles so believe
You grubby little thing
I'm throwing you over my bony knee

In your tender place when you're safe at home
There's a tombstone that waits of your very own
While you're rutting like beasts
In the sheets of my sterilized room
In your comfy bed, air-conditioned car
There are vapors and toxins to get you all
In the water you drink, in the air that you breath
In the soil under your shoe

I don't know about you
But I am at peace, I know what it is that I must do
I hope you are sitting down, dear
Come hell or high water this sick world will know I was here

You will drop on all fours
Get down, show me what you're good for
Sass mouth, pink bellied I perceive
And for this your naughty deed
I'm throwing you over my bony knee
So don't cry, don't scream good lord
You always knew what you're in for
When my belt unbuckles so believe
You grubby little thing
I'm throwing you over my bony knee

We know where you sleep.

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