| Song | It Takes Blood & Guts to Be This Cool But I'm Still Just a Cliche |
| Artist | Skunk Anansie |
| Album | Paranoid and Sunburnt |
| 作词 : Arran, Skin | |
| Save me from critical acclaim | |
| Save my smile it's too cracked from fame | |
| Wish me well with my fantasy | |
| Feel my arrogance with your sanity | |
| Wash me, oh, so painfully clean | |
| Disect my words with a fist full of your dreams | |
| Build me up and strike me down please | |
| Sign my name, sign my name | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I'm still, just a cliche | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I'm still, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| Colour my views in red, white and blue | |
| I'm wide awake now, wide awake now | |
| I kiss you, | |
| I kiss you but | |
| I'm falling down | |
| And all my friends are crowding around | |
| They're crowding around looking down to see | |
| But all they can see is me, me, me | |
| So blow me away now with your screwed up mind | |
| There's no charm left now for you to find | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I'm still, just a cliche | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I'm still, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| I see you, you see me | |
| And who the hell am | |
| I supposed to be | |
| I don't care now but | |
| I know that | |
| I shouldWasting away like you knew | |
| I wouldIt takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I'm still, still | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I'm still, still | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I'm still, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche |
| zuò cí : Arran, Skin | |
| Save me from critical acclaim | |
| Save my smile it' s too cracked from fame | |
| Wish me well with my fantasy | |
| Feel my arrogance with your sanity | |
| Wash me, oh, so painfully clean | |
| Disect my words with a fist full of your dreams | |
| Build me up and strike me down please | |
| Sign my name, sign my name | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I' m still, just a cliche | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I' m still, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| Colour my views in red, white and blue | |
| I' m wide awake now, wide awake now | |
| I kiss you, | |
| I kiss you but | |
| I' m falling down | |
| And all my friends are crowding around | |
| They' re crowding around looking down to see | |
| But all they can see is me, me, me | |
| So blow me away now with your screwed up mind | |
| There' s no charm left now for you to find | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I' m still, just a cliche | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I' m still, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| I see you, you see me | |
| And who the hell am | |
| I supposed to be | |
| I don' t care now but | |
| I know that | |
| I shouldWasting away like you knew | |
| I wouldIt takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I' m still, still | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I' m still, still | |
| It takes blood and guts to be this cool | |
| But I' m still, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche | |
| Just a cliche, just a cliche |