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Sir This Is A Cutthroat Fashion

5:20post-hardcore, emo, screamo Album Load My Revolver, Baby 2005-11-30

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Description

Through the rustling of rain and the blurred cacophony of guitars, a strange film emerges - either a road with ghosts or dreams on the verge of insomnia. Words cling together in fragments: ‘take the child away,’ ‘pack up the tears,’ ‘I don't want to wake up.’ Everything seems to be said half a second later than it should be, and that makes it all the more disturbing.

The music whispers, then presses down with heat, and in this heat you hear not summer, but fever. It's unclear where the end is, where the beginning is, but one thing is clear: this is the soundtrack to a night in which any ‘I'm sorry’ sounds like the last word.

Lyrics and translation

Original

We see you standing on the highway

Waiting for the attention you don't deserve

Why didn't you take your (paint me a)

Why didn't you take your (gun, my love, and pull)

Photographs with you? (The trigger on me, baby, blow me away)

Look at everyone else you're killing with you

Look at everyone else you're killing with you

Stand there in your suit and think this through

Use your gun to be a memory

It's time to be, honestly

She said, "Walk through the rain"

And there's a pulse, but not even a murderous photo

Think about being the hero

Think about being the legend

Another one that went and forgot to return

Dining at a table for two, forget the expenses

We see you standing on the highway

Waiting for the attention you don't deserve

Why didn't you take your (paint me a)

Why didn't you take your (gun, my love)

Photographs with you? (And pull the trigger on me, baby, blow me away)

Better pack your tears into a suitcase

And run away with my heart

Better pack your tears into a suitcase

And run away with my heart

And I don't ever want to wake up

That bottle is no good anymore, no

It's shattered, forgive me

It's shattered, forgive me

It's shattered, forgive me

I'd like to fade away, wipe me from your diary

Because right now I bet you feel so alive, so alive

"But the ghost of me, it needs to die"

Well, I'm not trying to stop you, sir

"But the ghost of me, it needs to die"

Well, I'm not trying to stop you, sir

It's just that we need everyone here

It's just that we need, everyone here accounted for

Everyone here, accounted for

English translation

We see you standing on the highway

Waiting for the attention you don't deserve

Why didn't you take your (paint me a)

Why didn't you take your (gun, my love, and pull)

Photographs with you? (The trigger on me, baby, blow me away)

Look at everyone else you're killing with you

Look at everyone else you're killing with you

Stand there in your suit and think this through

Use your gun to be a memory

It's time to be, honestly

She said, "Walk through the rain"

And there's a pulse, but not even a murderous photo

Think about being the hero

Think about being the legend

Another one that went and forgot to return

Dining at a table for two, forget the expenses

We see you standing on the highway

Waiting for the attention you don't deserve

Why didn't you take your (paint me a)

Why didn't you take your (gun, my love)

Photographs with you? (And pull the trigger on me, baby, blow me away)

Better pack your tears into a suitcase

And run away with my heart

Better pack your tears into a suitcase

And run away with my heart

And I don't ever want to wake up

That bottle is no good anymore, no

It's shattered, forgive me

It's shattered, forgive me

It's shattered, forgive me

I'd like to fade away, wipe me from your diary

Because right now I bet you feel so alive, so alive

"But the ghost of me, it needs to die"

Well, I'm not trying to stop you, sir

"But the ghost of me, it needs to die"

Well, I'm not trying to stop you, sir

It's just that we need everyone here

It's just that we need, everyone here accounted for

Everyone here, accounted for

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