Song | God Smack |
Artist | Alice in Chains |
Album | The Essential Alice In Chains |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cantrell, Inez, Kinney, Staley | |
Care not for the men who wonder | |
Straw that broke your back, you're under | |
Cast all them aside who care | |
Empty eyes and dead end stare | |
Don't you know that none are blind | |
To the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide? | |
What in God's name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
For the horse you've grown much fonder | |
Than for me, that I don't ponder | |
As the hair of one who bit you | |
Smiling bite your own self, too | |
And I think that you're not blind | |
To the ones you left behind | |
I'll be here | |
What in God's name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
So be yearning all your life | |
Twisting, turning like a knife | |
Now you know the reasons why | |
Can't get high, or you will die | |
Or you'll die | |
What in God's name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
So your sickness weighs a ton | |
And God's name is smack for some |
zuo ci : Cantrell, Inez, Kinney, Staley | |
Care not for the men who wonder | |
Straw that broke your back, you' re under | |
Cast all them aside who care | |
Empty eyes and dead end stare | |
Don' t you know that none are blind | |
To the lie, and you think I don' t find what you hide? | |
What in God' s name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
For the horse you' ve grown much fonder | |
Than for me, that I don' t ponder | |
As the hair of one who bit you | |
Smiling bite your own self, too | |
And I think that you' re not blind | |
To the ones you left behind | |
I' ll be here | |
What in God' s name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
So be yearning all your life | |
Twisting, turning like a knife | |
Now you know the reasons why | |
Can' t get high, or you will die | |
Or you' ll die | |
What in God' s name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
So your sickness weighs a ton | |
And God' s name is smack for some |
zuò cí : Cantrell, Inez, Kinney, Staley | |
Care not for the men who wonder | |
Straw that broke your back, you' re under | |
Cast all them aside who care | |
Empty eyes and dead end stare | |
Don' t you know that none are blind | |
To the lie, and you think I don' t find what you hide? | |
What in God' s name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
For the horse you' ve grown much fonder | |
Than for me, that I don' t ponder | |
As the hair of one who bit you | |
Smiling bite your own self, too | |
And I think that you' re not blind | |
To the ones you left behind | |
I' ll be here | |
What in God' s name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
So be yearning all your life | |
Twisting, turning like a knife | |
Now you know the reasons why | |
Can' t get high, or you will die | |
Or you' ll die | |
What in God' s name have you done? | |
Stick your arm for some real fun | |
So your sickness weighs a ton | |
And God' s name is smack for some |