Letra Música Trippin’ On A Hole In A Paper Heart – Stone Temple Pilots
Don’t cut out my paper heart
I ain’t dying anyway
Take a look at eye full towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin’ lemon yellow booze ole
Lead belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
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 death bed 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
Break you 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
Stone Temple Pilots – Trippin’ On A Hole In A Paper Heart – Ouvir Música