Beautiful South, The - One God Lyrics
Like the toupee on a fading fame
The final whistle in a losing game
Thick lipstick on a five year old girl
It makes you think it's a plastic world
Just a couple of different faces in a dead man's queue
The world is turning Disney and there's nothing you can do
You're trying to walk like giants
but you're wearing Pluto's shoes
And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb
The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun
With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun
Rusty bicycle in an ocean deep
Like an ear-ring on the newly born
Strong perfume on a winter's morn
The world is perfumed and we're perfumed as well
Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell
And you can't breathe the air through the thickness of the smell
And you can't see the hair through the grease of the gel
And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb
The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun
With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun
You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three
Your Jesus Christ is hired out, like the slag of Galilee
Well if Peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me
There's only one God
There should be two or three
One God
There should be two or three
One God
There should be two or three
Two or three
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Beautiful South, The One God Comments
Great lyrics
I would like to found this song before....thank you comunist black cat.
No encuentro ninguna buena traducción ,todas parecen hechas con el Google translator o con el culo.Alguna idea?
Como la peluca de una fama desvaneciéndose.
Silbatazo final en un juego perdido.
El labial grueso en una niña pequeña,
te hace pensar que este es un mundo plástico.
Un mundo plástico, y lo somos nosotros también:
Solo un montón de rostros diferentes en fila a la muerte.
El mundo se convierte en Disney, y no hay nada que puedas hacer.
Intentas caminar como un gigante,
pero llevas puestos los zapatos de Pluto.
Y las respuestas salen más fácil por el cañón de una pistola,
de lo que harían de los labios de los bellos e idiotas.
El mundo no terminará en tinieblas, sino en diversión familiar,
con nubes de Coca Cola, detrás de un sol Big Mac.
Un rugido clamoroso en una iglesia adormecida,
bicicleta oxidada en el fondo del mar.
Como un arete en un recién nacido,
perfume fuerte en una mañana de invierno.
El mundo está perfumado, y lo estamos nosotros también,
pétalos de una flor que floreció en el infierno.
Y no puedes respirar el aire a través de la espesura del olor,
y no puedes ver el cabello detrás del gel y el fijador.
Y las respuestas salen más fácil por el cañón de una pistola,
de lo que harían de los labios de los bellos e idiotas.
El mundo no terminará en tinieblas, sino en diversión familiar,
con nubes de Coca Cola, detrás de un sol Big Mac.
Dices que solamente hay un Dios; podrías lidiar con dos o tres.
Tu Jesucristo está contratado como la escoria de Galilea.
Bueno, y si Pedro es una prostituta, ¿qué me hace eso a mí?
Solamente hay un Dios,
deberían haber dos o tres.
Un Dios,
deberían haber dos o tres.
Un Dios,
deberían haber dos o tres.
Dos o tres...
NOTA: Esta es una traducción contextual, no literal, por lo que algunas palabras han cambiado su estructura original para dar sentido a las oraciones.
Aprender inglés. c:
Hay que aprender chino ahora
Like the toupee on a fading fame
The final whistle in a losing game
Thick lipstick on a five year old girl
It makes you think that it's a plastic world
A plastic world and we're all plastic too
Just a couple of different faces in a dead man's queue
The world is turning Disney and there's nothing you can do
You're trying to walk like giants but you're wearing Pluto's shoes
And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb
The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun
With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun
A howling scream in a church asleep
And rusty bicycle in an ocean deep
Like an ear-ring on the newly born
Strong perfume on a winter's morn
The world is perfumed and we're perfumed as well
Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell
And you can't breathe the air through the thickness of the smell
And you can't see the hair through the grease of the gel
You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three
Your Jesus Christ is hired out, like the slag of Galilee
Well, if Peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me
There's only one God, there should be two or three
One God, there should be two or three
One God, there should be two or three
Two or three
Una de las mejores cosas de los vídeos de Quetzal es que siempre termino descubriendo música nueva
Watamote
UMG was bought by Disney in the year 2021 ... this song and many others were victims of the great purge
Ese pinche furro anarcohomocomunista tiene muy buen gusto musical.
👌😎🎵🎶🎻💃
Concuerdo
long live to black furrys
Thanks to Quetzal.
A furry lover in the form of a smoker cat brought me here!
Quetzal brought me here with his video :3
A mi tambien 👌😎
A black nihilist cat brought me here. Awesome song.
Nihilist black cat ?? Obviously is Quetzal
Black nihilist cat? What a strange way to say F U R R O
a Gay Black Nihilist Cat called "El Quetzal"
Yeah, me too