Cobra Clutch Lyrics by Wu-Tang Clan
Lyrics
W
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics
Cobra Clutch Lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Popular Artists
Various Artists
Electronic - Various Artists
Pop - Various Artists
Trance - Various Artists
Soundtrack - Various Artists
Frank Sinatra
Lil' Wayne
Dance - Various Artists
New Age - Various Artists
Mariah Carey
Elvis Presley
Elton John
The Beatles
Madonna
Jason Mraz
Coldplay
Hillsong United
Bob Dylan
Kimya Dawson
The Rolling Stones
Popular Songs
Somethin' Special
Bartender Song
That's What You Get
Hot N Cold
Johnny and June
4 Minutes
The Time of My Life
Our Song
Burnin' Up
Closer
Morning Sky
The Wild Places
Taboo
Stonehaven Sunset
Don't Let Me Down
Mister Santa
Hully Gully
Angel Come Home
Available
Sonnet 29
Yesterday
Amelia
What Goes On
Let It Be
I Wish You Well
Wait Until Tomorrow
Tired
Madness
I'm Your Man
Should've Said No
Correct Cobra Clutch Lyrics here
Artist:
Album:
Year:
Lyricist:
Type the lyrics exactly as you'd like them to appear on the website:
Indisposed your worse thoughts your nightmares upon you There’s nothing I can do but take it all from you We must stop this epidemic It’s not a glossary of the embalming process As you rot and take on a smell Putrid stench all over… That’s the reason that you’ve had enough? Why is death treated as something you must learn to revere Why are all our bodies left to rot Why should we thankful for your false appreciation Why must we know everything about life Constrain the limbs and suspect my containment A grizzly scene…blood is all I see now Such a laborious task and a jumbled mess To confront and clean up as I look deep inside Why is death treated as something you must learn to revere Why are all our bodies left to rot Why should we thankful for your false appreciation Why do we never think, question it inspect it Upon inspection I saw nothing out of place Saw nothing that would require more time I know that it’s just a job for some people but You can’t see it the way I see it’s my life It’s my life Indisposed your worse thoughts your nightmares upon you There’s nothing I can do but take it all from you We must stop this epidemic It’s not a glossary of the embalming process As you rot and take on a smell Putrid stench all over… That’s the reason that you’ve had enough? There is no god!
Enter the code exactly as it appears:
Your name (we'll put your name under the lyrics, optional):
Email (to let you know when your subission gets posted, optional):