Song | Get Off Your Knees |
Artist | Juliana Hatfield |
Album | Hey Babe |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hatfield | |
You taste little bits that wouldn't digest | |
And you shit 'em out of your system | |
You grab hands, squeeze, then let it go | |
Drop it and watch it fall away like snow | |
Yearning for a drug that doesn't exist | |
Using your mouth like a fist | |
That smile can't even show on your face | |
You gotta get out of this place | |
Like the noose snared to your leg don't fit | |
Though even if you found the key you can't | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn't die | |
And you'll begin to go | |
There's a lump in my throat that won't go away | |
I'm gonna rip it out | |
I'm gonna kill desire and knock it down | |
You'll be under my foot down on the ground | |
You're trying to get the picture | |
When there's nothing really to get | |
You're running around in the desert trying to get wet | |
You're wanting to hold on tight | |
When there's nothing really to hold | |
Stop that train of thought that drives you into the cold | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn't die | |
And you'll begin to go | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn't die | |
And you'll begin to go |
zuo ci : Hatfield | |
You taste little bits that wouldn' t digest | |
And you shit ' em out of your system | |
You grab hands, squeeze, then let it go | |
Drop it and watch it fall away like snow | |
Yearning for a drug that doesn' t exist | |
Using your mouth like a fist | |
That smile can' t even show on your face | |
You gotta get out of this place | |
Like the noose snared to your leg don' t fit | |
Though even if you found the key you can' t | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn' t die | |
And you' ll begin to go | |
There' s a lump in my throat that won' t go away | |
I' m gonna rip it out | |
I' m gonna kill desire and knock it down | |
You' ll be under my foot down on the ground | |
You' re trying to get the picture | |
When there' s nothing really to get | |
You' re running around in the desert trying to get wet | |
You' re wanting to hold on tight | |
When there' s nothing really to hold | |
Stop that train of thought that drives you into the cold | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn' t die | |
And you' ll begin to go | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn' t die | |
And you' ll begin to go |
zuò cí : Hatfield | |
You taste little bits that wouldn' t digest | |
And you shit ' em out of your system | |
You grab hands, squeeze, then let it go | |
Drop it and watch it fall away like snow | |
Yearning for a drug that doesn' t exist | |
Using your mouth like a fist | |
That smile can' t even show on your face | |
You gotta get out of this place | |
Like the noose snared to your leg don' t fit | |
Though even if you found the key you can' t | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn' t die | |
And you' ll begin to go | |
There' s a lump in my throat that won' t go away | |
I' m gonna rip it out | |
I' m gonna kill desire and knock it down | |
You' ll be under my foot down on the ground | |
You' re trying to get the picture | |
When there' s nothing really to get | |
You' re running around in the desert trying to get wet | |
You' re wanting to hold on tight | |
When there' s nothing really to hold | |
Stop that train of thought that drives you into the cold | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn' t die | |
And you' ll begin to go | |
Get off your knees and repeat after me | |
The devil rocks my soul | |
Accept the fact that he didn' t die | |
And you' ll begin to go |