Lirik Lagu Inequality Street - Skyclad
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Life's really a chocolate box -some do without - others have plenty.It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
From the cradle to the grave,point your ladle to the gravy."Food comes first, then morals" they say,the end of the world's three hot meals away.
Two average men eat their average mealsbut destiny waits at their table.One is served gruel while the other chews veal,(but they're both spoon fed lies, lies from the cradle).
Life's really a chocolate box -some do without - others have plenty.It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Tragic moments for the masses-work is the curse of the drinking classes"homo homini lupus" we cry-humanity fades like the moon in the sky.
You can't cook an omlette without breaking eggs,(first they are cracked and then beaten).The only things cracked around here are our heads,recepies for disaster that we keep repeating.
Life's really a chocolate box -some do without - others have plenty.It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Here's a real beggars banquet,a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket.Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,dip silver spoons into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toastto the "other-half" dying to eat.'Cause they who receive feast deserve it the most,it's a literal dead-end (Inequality Street).
Life's really a chocolate box -some do without - others have plenty.It
From the cradle to the grave,point your ladle to the gravy."Food comes first, then morals" they say,the end of the world's three hot meals away.
Two average men eat their average mealsbut destiny waits at their table.One is served gruel while the other chews veal,(but they're both spoon fed lies, lies from the cradle).
Life's really a chocolate box -some do without - others have plenty.It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Tragic moments for the masses-work is the curse of the drinking classes"homo homini lupus" we cry-humanity fades like the moon in the sky.
You can't cook an omlette without breaking eggs,(first they are cracked and then beaten).The only things cracked around here are our heads,recepies for disaster that we keep repeating.
Life's really a chocolate box -some do without - others have plenty.It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Here's a real beggars banquet,a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket.Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,dip silver spoons into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toastto the "other-half" dying to eat.'Cause they who receive feast deserve it the most,it's a literal dead-end (Inequality Street).
Life's really a chocolate box -some do without - others have plenty.It
