| 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 |