Grimes

My Name Is Dark
So we party when the sun goes low And tonight, wishes I'm so doped out I'm not shy but I refuse to speak Because I don't trust you to understand me You know me as the girl who plays with fire This is the song I wrote you in the dark (I hear they're calling my line) I'm not gonna sleep anymore (I hear they're calling my line) I'm not gonna sleep anymore The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore I never trust a government that prayed to God for sure, yeah I'm not gonna sleep anymore That's what the drugs are for Hell has a place like this And with the bridges where the tame take is Bullet wound marks with the butterfly wings So I can feel my eyes blink You know me as the girl who plays with fire But this is the song I wrote you in the dark Ooh, you know me as the girl who plays with fire And this is the song I wrote you in the dark Songtexte (I hear they're calling my line) I'm not gonna sleep anymore (I hear they're calling my line) I'm not gonna sleep anymore The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore I never trust a government that prayed to God for sure, yeah I'm not gonna sleep anymore That's what the drugs are for Paradise on the right, and h-h-hell on my left And the a-a-angel of death, right behind me Paradise on the right, and h-h-hell on my left The a-a-angel of death, right behind me Paradise on my right, and h-h-hell on my left And the angel of death just said to God: "Un-fuck the world, un-fuck the world You stupid girl, you stupid girl" Oh, oh I'm not gonna sleep anymore I'm not gonna sleep anymore The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore I never trust a government that prayed to God for sure, yeah I'm not gonna sleep anymore That's what the drugs are for That's what the drugs are for (Anymore, that's what the drugs for) The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore I never trust a government that prayed to God for sure, yeah The boys are such a bore, the girls are such a bore I never trust a government that prayed to God for sure, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania