| Song | Mechanical Flattery |
| Artist | Lydia Lunch |
| Album | Queen of Siam |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Lunch |
| [00:01.705] | Fingers move fingers |
| [00:03.479] | My wrists made of satin |
| [00:06.088] | Don’t be afraid of what’s gonna happen |
| [00:11.430] | Elbows to ankles my fists out of place |
| [00:16.075] | I turn around backwards and off slides my face |
| [00:24.914] | Bones plattered shattered |
| [00:26.939] | Dissolving my skin |
| [00:29.426] | My torso melts it flows out my shins |
| [00:35.523] | Open so open a circular mark |
| [00:40.764] | The cut on my forehead it glows in the dark |
| [00:54.111] | Ran away dark dank stank moss creeps |
| [00:58.626] | Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear |
| [01:03.998] | For I’d run, I run from the night |
| [01:14.445] | I say so sad, so dead and mad |
| [01:20.512] | An angry diehard tears from mad |
| [01:25.327] | My veins in pain |
| [01:27.778] | They torch my mouth the saint |
| [01:36.342] | Ran away dark dank stank moss it creeps |
| [01:42.107] | Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear |
| [01:46.857] | I’d run from the night |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Lunch |
| [00:01.705] | Fingers move fingers |
| [00:03.479] | My wrists made of satin |
| [00:06.088] | Don' t be afraid of what' s gonna happen |
| [00:11.430] | Elbows to ankles my fists out of place |
| [00:16.075] | I turn around backwards and off slides my face |
| [00:24.914] | Bones plattered shattered |
| [00:26.939] | Dissolving my skin |
| [00:29.426] | My torso melts it flows out my shins |
| [00:35.523] | Open so open a circular mark |
| [00:40.764] | The cut on my forehead it glows in the dark |
| [00:54.111] | Ran away dark dank stank moss creeps |
| [00:58.626] | Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear |
| [01:03.998] | For I' d run, I run from the night |
| [01:14.445] | I say so sad, so dead and mad |
| [01:20.512] | An angry diehard tears from mad |
| [01:25.327] | My veins in pain |
| [01:27.778] | They torch my mouth the saint |
| [01:36.342] | Ran away dark dank stank moss it creeps |
| [01:42.107] | Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear |
| [01:46.857] | I' d run from the night |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Lunch |
| [00:01.705] | Fingers move fingers |
| [00:03.479] | My wrists made of satin |
| [00:06.088] | Don' t be afraid of what' s gonna happen |
| [00:11.430] | Elbows to ankles my fists out of place |
| [00:16.075] | I turn around backwards and off slides my face |
| [00:24.914] | Bones plattered shattered |
| [00:26.939] | Dissolving my skin |
| [00:29.426] | My torso melts it flows out my shins |
| [00:35.523] | Open so open a circular mark |
| [00:40.764] | The cut on my forehead it glows in the dark |
| [00:54.111] | Ran away dark dank stank moss creeps |
| [00:58.626] | Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear |
| [01:03.998] | For I' d run, I run from the night |
| [01:14.445] | I say so sad, so dead and mad |
| [01:20.512] | An angry diehard tears from mad |
| [01:25.327] | My veins in pain |
| [01:27.778] | They torch my mouth the saint |
| [01:36.342] | Ran away dark dank stank moss it creeps |
| [01:42.107] | Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear |
| [01:46.857] | I' d run from the night |