Lemonade

The Dead Deads

Compositor: Não Disponível

I’ve got a broken heart
I don’t know where to start
It all keeps crumbling down
You gave me a lemon tree
Now I’m swinging in the breeze
Hanging from your bough

Lemonade
Lemonade
Gotta do something with this pain

I’m not pissing in the wind
If I kiss that face again
May lightning strike me dead
But I’d just come back to life
End up your zombie wife
Drinking that sweet and sour spit
It goes on and on, it never ends!

Lemonade
Lemonade
Gotta do something with this pain

It’s just so awful sweet
I take it to the teeth
And let it rot my brain
And every time we meet
You sing that melody
I hear that sweet sad sick refrain
And I’m climbing up your tree again

Lemonade
Lemonade
Gotta do something with this pain