Song | Linoleum |
Artist | NOFX |
Album | I Heard They Suck Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fat Mike | |
Possessions never meant anything to me | |
I'm not crazy | |
We'll that's not true, | |
I've got a bed and a guitar | |
And a dog named | |
Dog who pisses on my floor | |
That's right, | |
I've got a floor | |
So what, so what, so what? | |
I've got a pocket full of kleenex and lint and holes | |
Where everything important to me | |
Just seems to fall right down my leg | |
And on to the floor | |
My closest friend, linoleum, linoleum | |
Supports my head, gives me something to believe | |
That's me on the beachside combing the sand | |
Metal meter in my hand | |
Sporting a pocket full of change | |
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin | |
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish | |
That's me on the back of the bus | |
That's me in the cell | |
That's me inside your head | |
That's me inside your head |
zuo ci : Fat Mike | |
Possessions never meant anything to me | |
I' m not crazy | |
We' ll that' s not true, | |
I' ve got a bed and a guitar | |
And a dog named | |
Dog who pisses on my floor | |
That' s right, | |
I' ve got a floor | |
So what, so what, so what? | |
I' ve got a pocket full of kleenex and lint and holes | |
Where everything important to me | |
Just seems to fall right down my leg | |
And on to the floor | |
My closest friend, linoleum, linoleum | |
Supports my head, gives me something to believe | |
That' s me on the beachside combing the sand | |
Metal meter in my hand | |
Sporting a pocket full of change | |
That' s me on the street with a violin under my chin | |
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish | |
That' s me on the back of the bus | |
That' s me in the cell | |
That' s me inside your head | |
That' s me inside your head |
zuò cí : Fat Mike | |
Possessions never meant anything to me | |
I' m not crazy | |
We' ll that' s not true, | |
I' ve got a bed and a guitar | |
And a dog named | |
Dog who pisses on my floor | |
That' s right, | |
I' ve got a floor | |
So what, so what, so what? | |
I' ve got a pocket full of kleenex and lint and holes | |
Where everything important to me | |
Just seems to fall right down my leg | |
And on to the floor | |
My closest friend, linoleum, linoleum | |
Supports my head, gives me something to believe | |
That' s me on the beachside combing the sand | |
Metal meter in my hand | |
Sporting a pocket full of change | |
That' s me on the street with a violin under my chin | |
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish | |
That' s me on the back of the bus | |
That' s me in the cell | |
That' s me inside your head | |
That' s me inside your head |