| Song | Into Yer Shtik |
| Artist | Mudhoney |
| Album | My Brother the Cow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mudhoney | |
| You're so tormented | |
| DementedIndebted | |
| To all the assholes just like you | |
| Who've come and gone before you | |
| Predictable | |
| Just plain dull | |
| Why don't you | |
| Blow your brains out, too? | |
| You're so into yer shtik | |
| You're so hounded | |
| Ungrounded | |
| Surrounded | |
| By scum sucking leeches | |
| Who will shovel your shit | |
| Sweep your dessert | |
| Both before and after it | |
| Feed your ego | |
| They never tell you no | |
| All of you | |
| Make me sick | |
| You're so into yer shtik | |
| And they're all into your shtik | |
| Well, mitchell's got a new girl | |
| She's nineteen | |
| Hollywood model | |
| Star of the screen | |
| She's up here | |
| To support the scene | |
| It's all part | |
| Of his rock and roll fantasy | |
| Stan was at the bar | |
| With bandaged hands | |
| They tried to dry him out | |
| And he got mad | |
| Cut his fist | |
| Punching hospital glass | |
| Made his myth | |
| Now he's trapped | |
| Susie's just a girl | |
| Who's doing her job | |
| That came to new york | |
| And wanted a car | |
| Working with the management | |
| To the stars | |
| Kissing ass | |
| Is a part of her job | |
| It's part of her job | |
| Yeah, it's part of her job | |
| Oh she loves her job | |
| What the hell? | |
| She does it so well | |
| I'm not perfect | |
| I've lived a life of mistakes | |
| I'm not perfect | |
| There's one thing | |
| I can't take | |
| You are into yer shtik | |
| You're so into yer shtik | |
| And they're so into yer shtik | |
| Fuck you, you make me sick |
| zuo ci : Mudhoney | |
| You' re so tormented | |
| DementedIndebted | |
| To all the assholes just like you | |
| Who' ve come and gone before you | |
| Predictable | |
| Just plain dull | |
| Why don' t you | |
| Blow your brains out, too? | |
| You' re so into yer shtik | |
| You' re so hounded | |
| Ungrounded | |
| Surrounded | |
| By scum sucking leeches | |
| Who will shovel your shit | |
| Sweep your dessert | |
| Both before and after it | |
| Feed your ego | |
| They never tell you no | |
| All of you | |
| Make me sick | |
| You' re so into yer shtik | |
| And they' re all into your shtik | |
| Well, mitchell' s got a new girl | |
| She' s nineteen | |
| Hollywood model | |
| Star of the screen | |
| She' s up here | |
| To support the scene | |
| It' s all part | |
| Of his rock and roll fantasy | |
| Stan was at the bar | |
| With bandaged hands | |
| They tried to dry him out | |
| And he got mad | |
| Cut his fist | |
| Punching hospital glass | |
| Made his myth | |
| Now he' s trapped | |
| Susie' s just a girl | |
| Who' s doing her job | |
| That came to new york | |
| And wanted a car | |
| Working with the management | |
| To the stars | |
| Kissing ass | |
| Is a part of her job | |
| It' s part of her job | |
| Yeah, it' s part of her job | |
| Oh she loves her job | |
| What the hell? | |
| She does it so well | |
| I' m not perfect | |
| I' ve lived a life of mistakes | |
| I' m not perfect | |
| There' s one thing | |
| I can' t take | |
| You are into yer shtik | |
| You' re so into yer shtik | |
| And they' re so into yer shtik | |
| Fuck you, you make me sick |
| zuò cí : Mudhoney | |
| You' re so tormented | |
| DementedIndebted | |
| To all the assholes just like you | |
| Who' ve come and gone before you | |
| Predictable | |
| Just plain dull | |
| Why don' t you | |
| Blow your brains out, too? | |
| You' re so into yer shtik | |
| You' re so hounded | |
| Ungrounded | |
| Surrounded | |
| By scum sucking leeches | |
| Who will shovel your shit | |
| Sweep your dessert | |
| Both before and after it | |
| Feed your ego | |
| They never tell you no | |
| All of you | |
| Make me sick | |
| You' re so into yer shtik | |
| And they' re all into your shtik | |
| Well, mitchell' s got a new girl | |
| She' s nineteen | |
| Hollywood model | |
| Star of the screen | |
| She' s up here | |
| To support the scene | |
| It' s all part | |
| Of his rock and roll fantasy | |
| Stan was at the bar | |
| With bandaged hands | |
| They tried to dry him out | |
| And he got mad | |
| Cut his fist | |
| Punching hospital glass | |
| Made his myth | |
| Now he' s trapped | |
| Susie' s just a girl | |
| Who' s doing her job | |
| That came to new york | |
| And wanted a car | |
| Working with the management | |
| To the stars | |
| Kissing ass | |
| Is a part of her job | |
| It' s part of her job | |
| Yeah, it' s part of her job | |
| Oh she loves her job | |
| What the hell? | |
| She does it so well | |
| I' m not perfect | |
| I' ve lived a life of mistakes | |
| I' m not perfect | |
| There' s one thing | |
| I can' t take | |
| You are into yer shtik | |
| You' re so into yer shtik | |
| And they' re so into yer shtik | |
| Fuck you, you make me sick |