Vice/Versa lyrics
Song information
Artist: Fair To Midland Album: Inter.Funda.Stifle
Lyrics
Mountains of molehills A grapevine in my ear Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear While the nests in my hands starve for rest Sticklers for cheap fun You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms For an all day black market parade For a grand prize a slap in the face for you
Bold faced type covers your text It must have been winter
Still frame, no dice Where do you get your evidence? Move now, stay still It takes a luminescent hue The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest Still frame, no dice
Loons light the skyline while you sleep on concrete with both your eyes open I just kept pullin' on both your feet Someday together we'll breathe on mountains of molehills
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Inter.Funda.Stifle" album track list
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