Song | What Deaner Was Talkin' About |
Artist | Ween |
Album | Live in Toronto Canada |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : ween | |
作词 : Ween | |
The wash is out, it's hanging up | |
And all I have is nothing | |
Nothing to do, nothing to say | |
I think I must be dreaming | |
The sun comes up and | |
I'm all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don't think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
If I was king | |
I'd wear a ring | |
And never hurt my people | |
I'd stay alert and dress to kill | |
I might even slip you something | |
The sun comes up and | |
I'm all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don't think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
The sun comes up and | |
I'm all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don't think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
I do not think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
I do not think | |
I will ever return again, my friend |
zuo qu : ween | |
zuo ci : Ween | |
The wash is out, it' s hanging up | |
And all I have is nothing | |
Nothing to do, nothing to say | |
I think I must be dreaming | |
The sun comes up and | |
I' m all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don' t think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
If I was king | |
I' d wear a ring | |
And never hurt my people | |
I' d stay alert and dress to kill | |
I might even slip you something | |
The sun comes up and | |
I' m all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don' t think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
The sun comes up and | |
I' m all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don' t think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
I do not think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
I do not think | |
I will ever return again, my friend |
zuò qǔ : ween | |
zuò cí : Ween | |
The wash is out, it' s hanging up | |
And all I have is nothing | |
Nothing to do, nothing to say | |
I think I must be dreaming | |
The sun comes up and | |
I' m all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don' t think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
If I was king | |
I' d wear a ring | |
And never hurt my people | |
I' d stay alert and dress to kill | |
I might even slip you something | |
The sun comes up and | |
I' m all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don' t think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
The sun comes up and | |
I' m all washed out | |
Is this what | |
Deaner was talkin' about | |
I don' t think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
I do not think | |
I will ever return again, my friend | |
I do not think | |
I will ever return again, my friend |