Eli Applegate – PROPERTY OFTHE BOOGEYMAN
Genre Rock

LYRIC
PROPERTY OFTHE BOOGEYMAN

Call the nurse she can sing you a verse
Talk to the teacher he’ll take your purse
Savior of the lame coming for your soul
And rebel against whatever you’re told
Whatever you’re told, whatever you’re told
Whatever you’re told, whatever you’re told

This fever dream of a life, it’ll make you ill
The meaning of strife, trapped inside a pill
Miracles a shame, whеn you waste your life with fame
Lеft me alone lying in a ditch
With all these open wounds, that I’ll need to stitch

Call the nurse she can sing you a verse
Talk to the doctor he’ll tell you you’re wrong
Life’s crashing down as you’re growing old
And rebel against whatever you’re told
What you’re told, what you’re told
What you’re told, what you’re told

This fever dream of a life, it’ll make you ill
The meaning of strife trapped inside a pill
Miracles a shame when you waste your life with fame
Left me alone lying in a ditch
With all these open wounds that I’ll need to stitch
This fever dream of a life, it’ll make you ill
The meaning of strife trapped inside a pill
Miracles a shame when you waste your life with fame
Left me alone lying in a ditch
With all these open wounds that I’ll need to stitch

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