Song | 4 Songs |
Artist | Superjoint Ritual |
Album | Use Once and Destroy |
作曲 : Superjoint Ritual | |
God, my eyes were wide...an open casket smile | |
You were never liked at all, and | |
I'm fucking glad you're gone | |
You would rip off, a pervert jackoff, big talk-no show | |
Broken back bone [chorus] | |
You never looked better, dead and gone | |
I never felt better, you're dead and gone and... | |
I wish I would have done, what nature finished first | |
I'd done it with my hand, then left and shot myself [chorus] | |
You never looked better, dead and gone | |
I never felt better, you're dead and gone and no more bother | |
I never lose sleep, | |
I don't regret a thing | |
Believe me when | |
I say, I'm fucking glad it's over | |
The praising of a higher hate | |
Don't doubt a fucking word | |
The darkest month, the darkest month is here | |
When you can't move so freely | |
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out | |
I can't watch, | |
I can't bear it | |
I just want to hang myself | |
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out | |
I committed a felony, | |
I never had much trouble before | |
First time offender | |
But I got put through the ringer | |
And my bank account shrunk a lot | |
They set an example, however | |
There's not a chance, no way through me | |
You've never forgiven, exploited in dirt, it bothers you, it tortures you | |
One more plight, left in life, shoot me dead, in the head | |
Catch me if you can... | |
Never touch me, never come near me | |
You're a punk, a bunch of words, not one percent | |
You're found out...if you were me, you'd be in luck | |
But you're not, so you suck | |
Show me a dollar, | |
I'll show you no heart | |
Show me a heart, and | |
I'll show you my eyes | |
Wrong inside | |
Given the inch, crippled a mile, the pull of the dragon, the pull of the drug | |
I can't see what the big fucking deal is?! | |
No repentance, no respect, blown up eyes, blown up skies! | |
I cann't see what the big fucking deal is?! | |
And I cannot wait till the love is a fuck... | |
Back to the world, the tourniquet knot is slipping apart | |
Bones left to pick, they radiate and splinter away |
zuò qǔ : Superjoint Ritual | |
God, my eyes were wide... an open casket smile | |
You were never liked at all, and | |
I' m fucking glad you' re gone | |
You would rip off, a pervert jackoff, big talkno show | |
Broken back bone chorus | |
You never looked better, dead and gone | |
I never felt better, you' re dead and gone and... | |
I wish I would have done, what nature finished first | |
I' d done it with my hand, then left and shot myself chorus | |
You never looked better, dead and gone | |
I never felt better, you' re dead and gone and no more bother | |
I never lose sleep, | |
I don' t regret a thing | |
Believe me when | |
I say, I' m fucking glad it' s over | |
The praising of a higher hate | |
Don' t doubt a fucking word | |
The darkest month, the darkest month is here | |
When you can' t move so freely | |
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out | |
I can' t watch, | |
I can' t bear it | |
I just want to hang myself | |
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out | |
I committed a felony, | |
I never had much trouble before | |
First time offender | |
But I got put through the ringer | |
And my bank account shrunk a lot | |
They set an example, however | |
There' s not a chance, no way through me | |
You' ve never forgiven, exploited in dirt, it bothers you, it tortures you | |
One more plight, left in life, shoot me dead, in the head | |
Catch me if you can... | |
Never touch me, never come near me | |
You' re a punk, a bunch of words, not one percent | |
You' re found out... if you were me, you' d be in luck | |
But you' re not, so you suck | |
Show me a dollar, | |
I' ll show you no heart | |
Show me a heart, and | |
I' ll show you my eyes | |
Wrong inside | |
Given the inch, crippled a mile, the pull of the dragon, the pull of the drug | |
I can' t see what the big fucking deal is?! | |
No repentance, no respect, blown up eyes, blown up skies! | |
I cann' t see what the big fucking deal is?! | |
And I cannot wait till the love is a fuck... | |
Back to the world, the tourniquet knot is slipping apart | |
Bones left to pick, they radiate and splinter away |