| Song | Ugly Head |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Vermin in Ermine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Almond | |
| Oh i bet your life | |
| You're sick of the sight | |
| Of those eat in, take out, throw up pizza bars | |
| Love's just got to pass your way in time | |
| You smell of prison, smell of crime | |
| I just didn't want to say i told you so | |
| Someone called "hey yesterday boy!" | |
| Take your well worn body away from my sight | |
| Friends run like rats from a sinking ship | |
| Leaving you naked to the night | |
| Now you're known as the last resort | |
| By the vultures on the make | |
| They say | |
| 'you have to eat the hamburger | |
| To appreciate the steak' | |
| You always feel the sting of words | |
| As children are so cruel | |
| They called you ugly, ugly head | |
| When you were at school | |
| You've tried to make the best of things | |
| But it seems you've given in | |
| They call you ugly, ugly head | |
| Something makes you feel the living sin | |
| Things must feel so insecure | |
| When you're on your last legs | |
| You're swimming in the coffee pot | |
| Drowning in the dregs | |
| But you haven't got the sense to die | |
| (or get a decent job) | |
| To look into a mirror | |
| Or at the very worst some kind of god | |
| You need something to believe in | |
| I just wish it was yourself | |
| Try to summon up the guts | |
| To rectify your ailing health | |
| For there's something round the corner | |
| Waiting just out of sight | |
| That'll stop you feeling low and limp | |
| And naked to the night | |
| You always feel the sting of words | |
| As children are so cruel | |
| They called you ugly, ugly head | |
| When you were at school | |
| You've tried to make the best of things | |
| But it seems you've given in | |
| They call you ugly, ugly head | |
| Something makes you feel the living sin | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly head! |
| zuo ci : Almond | |
| Oh i bet your life | |
| You' re sick of the sight | |
| Of those eat in, take out, throw up pizza bars | |
| Love' s just got to pass your way in time | |
| You smell of prison, smell of crime | |
| I just didn' t want to say i told you so | |
| Someone called " hey yesterday boy!" | |
| Take your well worn body away from my sight | |
| Friends run like rats from a sinking ship | |
| Leaving you naked to the night | |
| Now you' re known as the last resort | |
| By the vultures on the make | |
| They say | |
| ' you have to eat the hamburger | |
| To appreciate the steak' | |
| You always feel the sting of words | |
| As children are so cruel | |
| They called you ugly, ugly head | |
| When you were at school | |
| You' ve tried to make the best of things | |
| But it seems you' ve given in | |
| They call you ugly, ugly head | |
| Something makes you feel the living sin | |
| Things must feel so insecure | |
| When you' re on your last legs | |
| You' re swimming in the coffee pot | |
| Drowning in the dregs | |
| But you haven' t got the sense to die | |
| or get a decent job | |
| To look into a mirror | |
| Or at the very worst some kind of god | |
| You need something to believe in | |
| I just wish it was yourself | |
| Try to summon up the guts | |
| To rectify your ailing health | |
| For there' s something round the corner | |
| Waiting just out of sight | |
| That' ll stop you feeling low and limp | |
| And naked to the night | |
| You always feel the sting of words | |
| As children are so cruel | |
| They called you ugly, ugly head | |
| When you were at school | |
| You' ve tried to make the best of things | |
| But it seems you' ve given in | |
| They call you ugly, ugly head | |
| Something makes you feel the living sin | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly head! |
| zuò cí : Almond | |
| Oh i bet your life | |
| You' re sick of the sight | |
| Of those eat in, take out, throw up pizza bars | |
| Love' s just got to pass your way in time | |
| You smell of prison, smell of crime | |
| I just didn' t want to say i told you so | |
| Someone called " hey yesterday boy!" | |
| Take your well worn body away from my sight | |
| Friends run like rats from a sinking ship | |
| Leaving you naked to the night | |
| Now you' re known as the last resort | |
| By the vultures on the make | |
| They say | |
| ' you have to eat the hamburger | |
| To appreciate the steak' | |
| You always feel the sting of words | |
| As children are so cruel | |
| They called you ugly, ugly head | |
| When you were at school | |
| You' ve tried to make the best of things | |
| But it seems you' ve given in | |
| They call you ugly, ugly head | |
| Something makes you feel the living sin | |
| Things must feel so insecure | |
| When you' re on your last legs | |
| You' re swimming in the coffee pot | |
| Drowning in the dregs | |
| But you haven' t got the sense to die | |
| or get a decent job | |
| To look into a mirror | |
| Or at the very worst some kind of god | |
| You need something to believe in | |
| I just wish it was yourself | |
| Try to summon up the guts | |
| To rectify your ailing health | |
| For there' s something round the corner | |
| Waiting just out of sight | |
| That' ll stop you feeling low and limp | |
| And naked to the night | |
| You always feel the sting of words | |
| As children are so cruel | |
| They called you ugly, ugly head | |
| When you were at school | |
| You' ve tried to make the best of things | |
| But it seems you' ve given in | |
| They call you ugly, ugly head | |
| Something makes you feel the living sin | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly, ugly, ugly | |
| Ugly head! |