Letra de Cody - The Killers
Letra de canci�n de Cody de The Killers lyrics
Cody says he didn't start the fire
His parents know he probably did. He's always playing with a light. He's just a different kind of kid
And Cody says He didn't raise the dead, says "religion's just a trick to keep hard-working folks in line."
He says it makes his stomach sick
So who's gonna carry us away?
Eagles with glory-painted wings?
We keep on waiting for the miracle to come pour down the mountain like a heaven-fed stream
Cody's always got one on the line;
He likes to walk 'em by the wrist
He does his pulling with his eyes
He does his talking with his fists
Bottle rockets on an August night, raid the coolers in the trucks
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If we're lucky we'll get loud and we'll drink whiskey from a plastic jug
So who's gonna carry us away?
Eagles with glory-painted wings?
We keep on waiting for the miracle to come fall from the firmament and give us nice things
Round and round it goes.
Where it stops, nobody knows
So who's gonna carry us away?
Eagles with glory-painted wings?
We keep on waiting for the miracle to come down the mountain to the sound of sad strings
We keep on waiting for the miracle
His parents know he probably did. He's always playing with a light. He's just a different kind of kid
And Cody says He didn't raise the dead, says "religion's just a trick to keep hard-working folks in line."
He says it makes his stomach sick
So who's gonna carry us away?
Eagles with glory-painted wings?
We keep on waiting for the miracle to come pour down the mountain like a heaven-fed stream
Cody's always got one on the line;
He likes to walk 'em by the wrist
He does his pulling with his eyes
He does his talking with his fists
Bottle rockets on an August night, raid the coolers in the trucks
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/cody-the-killers.php
If we're lucky we'll get loud and we'll drink whiskey from a plastic jug
So who's gonna carry us away?
Eagles with glory-painted wings?
We keep on waiting for the miracle to come fall from the firmament and give us nice things
Round and round it goes.
Where it stops, nobody knows
So who's gonna carry us away?
Eagles with glory-painted wings?
We keep on waiting for the miracle to come down the mountain to the sound of sad strings
We keep on waiting for the miracle