lirik lagu strapping fieldhands – rare vernacular
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oh rare vernacular spoke by big red… (let it go,…)
they live in dung huts of straw beetle fame
they live in holy lands parched by the rain
their life per capita is never the same
strolling on avenues of humbuckler bums
diverted paddleboats on old muskingum
this too a brainy food that sleeps on your tongue
fumbling through underbrush as thick as your thumb
hurling a whirligig straight at the sun
the pearls on girly men melt in the sun
they chide the churlish tribe who glint in the gloom
why not the wanton ones who unfurl pontoons
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu pixy (픽시) – intro (end of the forest)
- lirik lagu saitylow – agario
- lirik lagu grimaud – c’est mort baby
- lirik lagu je filho – sorriso escuro
- lirik lagu adam newling – california on fire
- lirik lagu the lancashire hotpots – chav
- lirik lagu zakhary & mayør – eft
- lirik lagu calabasis yungi – tell me shit
- lirik lagu the kid laroi – same ones
- lirik lagu jack moss – good enough