| | Pulse Lyrics Artist(Band):The Psychedelic Furs
she paints her hair her hair is dead she's living in the city with the bodies that scream we are all jesus we all dream see the dancer in there reeling paint the sky upon the ceiling four useless thoughts of born again so blinded by the filth on sunday saying the words what an idiot you are miracle drivel, optical sewer listens to the flowers fall paint the words upon the wall this is the pulse of fools like you who sound so red and turn so blue the sound of uselessness in slumber war is over if you want see the dancers see them reeling paint the sea upon the ceiling pulse my baby paints herself red she paints her hair her hair is dead she's living in the city with the bodies that scream we are all jesus we all dream see the dancer's semen reeling paint the sky upon the ceiling that's pulse If you find some error in Pulse Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Gordon for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Pulse The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Psychedelic Furs" Music | |
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