Song | (Just Once) Let's Do Something Different |
Artist | Boys Night Out |
Album | Make Yourself Sick |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
I've got the scars that I'm hiding | |
From times that I should have died | |
And I drink to remember them all | |
But it's the ones I've inflicted | |
That keep me addicted | |
And keep you admitted this fall | |
So don't expect this to let up | |
Now get set up for the set up | |
Just put up or shut up | |
Or don't call | |
Sister,everything is softer | |
Somethings should stay safely stashed away | |
yea, brother | |
You better bring your baseball bat or better, | |
because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it's not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much | |
Conflicting turn signals - we're dead | |
A bold bright beacon blinking red | |
The answer that's been written since day one | |
The ride ruined in the recoil | |
Tipped and entrenched in the topsoil | |
An impulse still searching for the gun | |
Faster feet flat to the floormat | |
A tank topped up with the top back | |
Brake lights blotted out by the sun | |
Sister,everything is softer | |
Somethings should stay safely stashed away | |
yea, brother | |
You better bring your baseball bat or better, | |
because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it's not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much | |
I've suffered through my potential | |
And didn't come back | |
With anything substantial | |
I'm sorry but I need saving | |
This horror..The perfect ending | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it's not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much |
zuo qu : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
I' ve got the scars that I' m hiding | |
From times that I should have died | |
And I drink to remember them all | |
But it' s the ones I' ve inflicted | |
That keep me addicted | |
And keep you admitted this fall | |
So don' t expect this to let up | |
Now get set up for the set up | |
Just put up or shut up | |
Or don' t call | |
Sister, everything is softer | |
Somethings should stay safely stashed away | |
yea, brother | |
You better bring your baseball bat or better, | |
because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it' s not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much | |
Conflicting turn signals we' re dead | |
A bold bright beacon blinking red | |
The answer that' s been written since day one | |
The ride ruined in the recoil | |
Tipped and entrenched in the topsoil | |
An impulse still searching for the gun | |
Faster feet flat to the floormat | |
A tank topped up with the top back | |
Brake lights blotted out by the sun | |
Sister, everything is softer | |
Somethings should stay safely stashed away | |
yea, brother | |
You better bring your baseball bat or better, | |
because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it' s not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much | |
I' ve suffered through my potential | |
And didn' t come back | |
With anything substantial | |
I' m sorry but I need saving | |
This horror.. The perfect ending | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it' s not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much |
zuò qǔ : Boys Night Out, Davis ... | |
I' ve got the scars that I' m hiding | |
From times that I should have died | |
And I drink to remember them all | |
But it' s the ones I' ve inflicted | |
That keep me addicted | |
And keep you admitted this fall | |
So don' t expect this to let up | |
Now get set up for the set up | |
Just put up or shut up | |
Or don' t call | |
Sister, everything is softer | |
Somethings should stay safely stashed away | |
yea, brother | |
You better bring your baseball bat or better, | |
because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it' s not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much | |
Conflicting turn signals we' re dead | |
A bold bright beacon blinking red | |
The answer that' s been written since day one | |
The ride ruined in the recoil | |
Tipped and entrenched in the topsoil | |
An impulse still searching for the gun | |
Faster feet flat to the floormat | |
A tank topped up with the top back | |
Brake lights blotted out by the sun | |
Sister, everything is softer | |
Somethings should stay safely stashed away | |
yea, brother | |
You better bring your baseball bat or better, | |
because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it' s not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much | |
I' ve suffered through my potential | |
And didn' t come back | |
With anything substantial | |
I' m sorry but I need saving | |
This horror.. The perfect ending | |
So Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah, if it' s not too much | |
Just once, lets do something different | |
Yeah if its not too much |