Song | Generica |
Artist | Winger |
Album | Winger Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beach, Winger | |
My land is wide | |
My skies are blue | |
My goals are high | |
My mark is you | |
My hands are red | |
My legs are long | |
My word is spread | |
Be it right or wrong | |
Good luck getting me to commit | |
My a.k.a. is hypocrite | |
Rather be bullying the underfed | |
And treat you like you got a hole in your head | |
I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
Only see it my way | |
Take it or the highway | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica My grass is green | |
My bonds are junk | |
My truth looks sheen | |
My soul's in a funk | |
My eyes are blind | |
My talk is cheap | |
My heart is fickle | |
My tax is steep | |
Try my McNuggets and a side of fries | |
Just might kill you off but never-mind | |
Call my doctor to set up a time | |
Two hundred grand oughta do just fine | |
I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
You only have two choices | |
Guest list or black list | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica Don't go thinking outside of the box | |
Might have to kick you right in the crotch | |
Stick with me | |
Mr. Stereotype | |
You know it man, | |
I'll keep you up on the hype | |
I go... Right round imposing my creation | |
Mass produce it for you | |
Everything looks brand new | |
Put it all on credit | |
A hundred years to pay it | |
Force you to agree | |
While your smiling at me | |
Whoopee! I go... | |
Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
Only see it my way | |
Take it or the highway | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica, | |
Generica |
zuo ci : Beach, Winger | |
My land is wide | |
My skies are blue | |
My goals are high | |
My mark is you | |
My hands are red | |
My legs are long | |
My word is spread | |
Be it right or wrong | |
Good luck getting me to commit | |
My a. k. a. is hypocrite | |
Rather be bullying the underfed | |
And treat you like you got a hole in your head | |
I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
Only see it my way | |
Take it or the highway | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica My grass is green | |
My bonds are junk | |
My truth looks sheen | |
My soul' s in a funk | |
My eyes are blind | |
My talk is cheap | |
My heart is fickle | |
My tax is steep | |
Try my McNuggets and a side of fries | |
Just might kill you off but nevermind | |
Call my doctor to set up a time | |
Two hundred grand oughta do just fine | |
I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
You only have two choices | |
Guest list or black list | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica Don' t go thinking outside of the box | |
Might have to kick you right in the crotch | |
Stick with me | |
Mr. Stereotype | |
You know it man, | |
I' ll keep you up on the hype | |
I go... Right round imposing my creation | |
Mass produce it for you | |
Everything looks brand new | |
Put it all on credit | |
A hundred years to pay it | |
Force you to agree | |
While your smiling at me | |
Whoopee! I go... | |
Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
Only see it my way | |
Take it or the highway | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica, | |
Generica |
zuò cí : Beach, Winger | |
My land is wide | |
My skies are blue | |
My goals are high | |
My mark is you | |
My hands are red | |
My legs are long | |
My word is spread | |
Be it right or wrong | |
Good luck getting me to commit | |
My a. k. a. is hypocrite | |
Rather be bullying the underfed | |
And treat you like you got a hole in your head | |
I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
Only see it my way | |
Take it or the highway | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica My grass is green | |
My bonds are junk | |
My truth looks sheen | |
My soul' s in a funk | |
My eyes are blind | |
My talk is cheap | |
My heart is fickle | |
My tax is steep | |
Try my McNuggets and a side of fries | |
Just might kill you off but nevermind | |
Call my doctor to set up a time | |
Two hundred grand oughta do just fine | |
I go... Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
You only have two choices | |
Guest list or black list | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica Don' t go thinking outside of the box | |
Might have to kick you right in the crotch | |
Stick with me | |
Mr. Stereotype | |
You know it man, | |
I' ll keep you up on the hype | |
I go... Right round imposing my creation | |
Mass produce it for you | |
Everything looks brand new | |
Put it all on credit | |
A hundred years to pay it | |
Force you to agree | |
While your smiling at me | |
Whoopee! I go... | |
Right round pushing out the riff raff | |
No matter where it came from | |
Never mind the wisdom | |
Only see it my way | |
Take it or the highway | |
Welcome to the land of | |
Generica, | |
Generica |