Create lyrics explanation
Select some words and click "Explain" button. Then type your
knowledge, add image or YouTube video till "Good-o-meter" shows
"Cool" or "Awesome!". Publish your explanation with "Explain"
button. Get karma points!
Jeff Buckley – Murder Suicide Meteor Slave lyrics
Would you like to meet the villain somewhere underneath the skull of a moon.
Fire burned his eyes out cause his chains are too long for you.
Someone has to pay for the damage done. No-one's gonna love you now.
Your whole family's splintered, you're a slave to it all now.
Ooooo ahhhhh oh, you're a slave to it all now you're a slave
Welcome down to paradise rock. There is no single entrance,
With the stars to revolve around, there is no real underground
No stars to revolved around here, they're fashioning the noose
Sickened by the knell of the graveyard bell
You know it's not long for you.
Sick of all the vomit childhood,
Not a trampoline of the freaks,
Not even a slave to your father.
Oh, you're a slave to it all, now,
Oh, you're a slave to it all, now.
Welcome down to paradise rock. There is no single entrance,
With the stars to revolve around, there is no real underground
There is not a single entrance there's no stars to revolve around
There is no real underground. You're a slave to it all, now.
Happy, happy, happy.
Happy, happy, happy, happy.
Fire burned his eyes out cause his chains are too long for you.
Someone has to pay for the damage done. No-one's gonna love you now.
Your whole family's splintered, you're a slave to it all now.
Ooooo ahhhhh oh, you're a slave to it all now you're a slave
Welcome down to paradise rock. There is no single entrance,
With the stars to revolve around, there is no real underground
No stars to revolved around here, they're fashioning the noose
Sickened by the knell of the graveyard bell
You know it's not long for you.
Sick of all the vomit childhood,
Not a trampoline of the freaks,
Not even a slave to your father.
Oh, you're a slave to it all, now,
Oh, you're a slave to it all, now.
Welcome down to paradise rock. There is no single entrance,
With the stars to revolve around, there is no real underground
There is not a single entrance there's no stars to revolve around
There is no real underground. You're a slave to it all, now.
Happy, happy, happy.
Happy, happy, happy, happy.
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/j/jeff_buckley/murder_suicide_meteor_slave.html
