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作词 : Faith No More
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Faith No More<
Mike Bordin:
Drums; Roddy
Bottum: Keyboards;
Billy Gould:
Bass Guitar;
Jim Martin:
Guitar;Mike
Patton: Vocals >( Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992] )--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Backside melts into a sofa
My world, my
TV, and my food
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
Ain't much else to do
Yeah, I sweat a lot
Pants fall down every time
I bend over
And my feet itch
Yeah-I married a scarecrow
I hate you
Talking to myself
Everibody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks
English anymore
Would anybody tell me
I was gettin' stupider?
I hate you
Talking to myself
You don't feel it after awhile
You take the beating
I'm a swingin' guy
Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
And swing - - -
Toss me inside a
HeftyAnd put me in the ground
A drink needs me
I don'tI ain't about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my assnewscasters, coakroaches, and desserts
I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everibody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Where are the kids?maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleonthe
Dodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses
I think it's time
I had a talk with my kids
I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me
YOU AIN'T
NEVER GONN
A AMOUNT N
OTHIN'--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
RVLRC歌词
作词 : Faith No More
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------(l,m,p)
Faith No More<
Mike Bordin:
Drums; Roddy
Bottum: Keyboards;
Billy Gould:
Bass Guitar;
Jim Martin:
Guitar;Mike
Patton: Vocals >( Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992] )--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Backside melts into a sofa
My world, my
TV, and my food
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
Ain't much else to do
Yeah, I sweat a lot
Pants fall down every time
I bend over
And my feet itch
Yeah-I married a scarecrow
I hate you
Talking to myself
Everibody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks
English anymore
Would anybody tell me
I was gettin' stupider?
I hate you
Talking to myself
You don't feel it after awhile
You take the beating
I'm a swingin' guy
Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
And swing - - -
Toss me inside a
HeftyAnd put me in the ground
A drink needs me
I don'tI ain't about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my assnewscasters, coakroaches, and desserts
I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everibody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'
Where are the kids?maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleonthe
Dodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses
I think it's time
I had a talk with my kids
I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me
YOU AIN'T
NEVER GONN
A AMOUNT N
OTHIN'--------------------------------------------------------------------------------