Song | Temple of Rock |
Artist | Wolfsbane |
Album | Down Fall the Good Guys |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Wolfsbane | |
Knock the door and then descend, | |
Down the stairs and down again, | |
Into the Temple of Rock, | |
Tattooed backs and beer thighs, | |
Shadows laugh and make up lies, | |
In the Temple of Rock. | |
Tell me anything, I'll do it, she said, | |
As I passed in the hall, | |
Don't I know that good things, | |
Nearly always come packaged small. | |
I want the hard core. | |
Don't I know that I look cool, | |
Cos I'm drinking rocket fuel, | |
In the Temple of Rock. | |
Smashed and blind but I feel fine, | |
Watered at that sacred shrine, | |
It's the Temple of Rock. | |
Tell me anything, I'll do it, she said, | |
As I passed in the hall, | |
Don't I know that good things, | |
Nearly always come packaged small. | |
I want the hard core. | |
I want a hard core bitch to worship, | |
I want the good times with the bad girls, | |
I don't mind if I beg, | |
Cos I want to lick their legs. |
zuo qu : Wolfsbane | |
Knock the door and then descend, | |
Down the stairs and down again, | |
Into the Temple of Rock, | |
Tattooed backs and beer thighs, | |
Shadows laugh and make up lies, | |
In the Temple of Rock. | |
Tell me anything, I' ll do it, she said, | |
As I passed in the hall, | |
Don' t I know that good things, | |
Nearly always come packaged small. | |
I want the hard core. | |
Don' t I know that I look cool, | |
Cos I' m drinking rocket fuel, | |
In the Temple of Rock. | |
Smashed and blind but I feel fine, | |
Watered at that sacred shrine, | |
It' s the Temple of Rock. | |
Tell me anything, I' ll do it, she said, | |
As I passed in the hall, | |
Don' t I know that good things, | |
Nearly always come packaged small. | |
I want the hard core. | |
I want a hard core bitch to worship, | |
I want the good times with the bad girls, | |
I don' t mind if I beg, | |
Cos I want to lick their legs. |
zuò qǔ : Wolfsbane | |
Knock the door and then descend, | |
Down the stairs and down again, | |
Into the Temple of Rock, | |
Tattooed backs and beer thighs, | |
Shadows laugh and make up lies, | |
In the Temple of Rock. | |
Tell me anything, I' ll do it, she said, | |
As I passed in the hall, | |
Don' t I know that good things, | |
Nearly always come packaged small. | |
I want the hard core. | |
Don' t I know that I look cool, | |
Cos I' m drinking rocket fuel, | |
In the Temple of Rock. | |
Smashed and blind but I feel fine, | |
Watered at that sacred shrine, | |
It' s the Temple of Rock. | |
Tell me anything, I' ll do it, she said, | |
As I passed in the hall, | |
Don' t I know that good things, | |
Nearly always come packaged small. | |
I want the hard core. | |
I want a hard core bitch to worship, | |
I want the good times with the bad girls, | |
I don' t mind if I beg, | |
Cos I want to lick their legs. |