Song | Soul Doubt |
Artist | NOFX |
Album | I Heard They Suck Live |
作词 : Fat Mike | |
Sometimes | |
I feel my life is going 'round in circles | |
Beneath my eyes are bluish black | |
There's nothing new, no one | |
I wanna talk to | |
Nothing I wanna think about | |
I got soul doubt | |
I stick my head out of the window, it's closed | |
Instead of air, | |
I get glass stuck in to my head | |
The city's sounding, and | |
I can't seem to stop the pounding | |
Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round | |
Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round | |
Not sure what | |
I am thinking about | |
I got soul doubt | |
Shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain | |
A frame less | |
Erte, a painting without a signature | |
She's waiting for someone to save her | |
As I pass her | |
I see Cinderella | |
She doesn't fit into the slipper | |
She fits in a bottle of liquor | |
There's no one to take her away | |
Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me | |
The question is asked, whatcha' gonna do for me? | |
I don't want nothin', just a connection | |
Gotta know what she's all about' | |
Cause I know she's been there | |
Soul doubt | |
I stick my head out of the window once again | |
This time | |
I see a thousand faces all too clear | |
They wear the same expression, | |
I've seen in my face | |
So many times, | |
I know exactly how they feel | |
I know exactly how they feel | |
I know just what they think about | |
They've got soul doubt |
zuò cí : Fat Mike | |
Sometimes | |
I feel my life is going ' round in circles | |
Beneath my eyes are bluish black | |
There' s nothing new, no one | |
I wanna talk to | |
Nothing I wanna think about | |
I got soul doubt | |
I stick my head out of the window, it' s closed | |
Instead of air, | |
I get glass stuck in to my head | |
The city' s sounding, and | |
I can' t seem to stop the pounding | |
Can' t keep my thoughts from flying ' round | |
Can' t keep my thoughts from flying ' round | |
Not sure what | |
I am thinking about | |
I got soul doubt | |
Shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain | |
A frame less | |
Erte, a painting without a signature | |
She' s waiting for someone to save her | |
As I pass her | |
I see Cinderella | |
She doesn' t fit into the slipper | |
She fits in a bottle of liquor | |
There' s no one to take her away | |
Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me | |
The question is asked, whatcha' gonna do for me? | |
I don' t want nothin', just a connection | |
Gotta know what she' s all about' | |
Cause I know she' s been there | |
Soul doubt | |
I stick my head out of the window once again | |
This time | |
I see a thousand faces all too clear | |
They wear the same expression, | |
I' ve seen in my face | |
So many times, | |
I know exactly how they feel | |
I know exactly how they feel | |
I know just what they think about | |
They' ve got soul doubt |