Song | Toast to the Extras |
Artist | Anthrax |
Album | Volume 8: The Threat Is Real |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Benante, Bush, Ian | |
Swimming on the surface | |
It's a hell of a lot safer up here | |
Ain't prepared to dive | |
And uncover all my darkest fears | |
This ain't no covert operation | |
I don't have that much concentration | |
Staring at the clock | |
And my patience is wearing thin | |
One more down the gullet | |
Keeps me from jumping out of my skin | |
I'm lost in the fog of contradiction | |
I toast to the extras | |
I drink to them 'cause they don't talk to much | |
They fill up space and entertain | |
And when I cut 'em loose they don't make a fuss | |
They all add up to zero in my life | |
They're just here to cure boredom for the night | |
Now sometimes all this leaves me feeling hallow | |
That's when I take refuge with my pillow | |
I'm not even ready for confession | |
That's right |
zuo ci : Benante, Bush, Ian | |
Swimming on the surface | |
It' s a hell of a lot safer up here | |
Ain' t prepared to dive | |
And uncover all my darkest fears | |
This ain' t no covert operation | |
I don' t have that much concentration | |
Staring at the clock | |
And my patience is wearing thin | |
One more down the gullet | |
Keeps me from jumping out of my skin | |
I' m lost in the fog of contradiction | |
I toast to the extras | |
I drink to them ' cause they don' t talk to much | |
They fill up space and entertain | |
And when I cut ' em loose they don' t make a fuss | |
They all add up to zero in my life | |
They' re just here to cure boredom for the night | |
Now sometimes all this leaves me feeling hallow | |
That' s when I take refuge with my pillow | |
I' m not even ready for confession | |
That' s right |
zuò cí : Benante, Bush, Ian | |
Swimming on the surface | |
It' s a hell of a lot safer up here | |
Ain' t prepared to dive | |
And uncover all my darkest fears | |
This ain' t no covert operation | |
I don' t have that much concentration | |
Staring at the clock | |
And my patience is wearing thin | |
One more down the gullet | |
Keeps me from jumping out of my skin | |
I' m lost in the fog of contradiction | |
I toast to the extras | |
I drink to them ' cause they don' t talk to much | |
They fill up space and entertain | |
And when I cut ' em loose they don' t make a fuss | |
They all add up to zero in my life | |
They' re just here to cure boredom for the night | |
Now sometimes all this leaves me feeling hallow | |
That' s when I take refuge with my pillow | |
I' m not even ready for confession | |
That' s right |