Song | Thought Dream |
Artist | Country Joe & the Fish |
Album | I Feel Like I'M Fixin' To Die |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McDonald | |
McDonald | |
Now I want everybody here who feels the spirit of the song | |
And that means all you people out there in record land | |
To sing along with your old friends Country Joe & The Fish | |
We will say an old time prayer as we look up to the sky and we ask the Lord | |
Please, don't you drop that H-bomb on me, go and drop it on yourself, alright ... | |
Well, I said please, please don't drop, | |
Don't drop that H-bomb, H-bomb on me | |
Yeah, I said please, please don't drop | |
Don't drop that H-bomb on me | |
Yeah, I said please, please don't drop | |
Don't drop that H-bomb on me, yes | |
Well you can drop it, | |
Oh, you can drop it on yourself. | |
I walk through the scented air of summer's blooming | |
Into the frozen air of winter's dying | |
And as tears inside me fall | |
The pain of old wounds calls me to mend them | |
And I realize once more | |
That things done before have no ending. | |
I feel the cold of eve slowly waning | |
As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me | |
And the twisted seeds of doubt | |
Which spread my sins about lie parched and withered | |
And the present, not the past | |
Claims me at the last for it's not over. | |
Well I said please, please don't drop | |
Don't drop that H-bomb, H-bomb on me | |
Yeah I said please, please don't drop | |
Don't drop that H-bomb on me | |
Yeah I said please, please don't drop | |
Don't drop that H-bomb on me ... | |
Hands up Charlie and-uh... | |
Now if you're tired or a bit run down | |
Can't seem to getcha feet off the ground | |
Maybe you oughta try a little bit of L.S.D. | |
Only if you want to. | |
Shake your head and rattle your brain | |
Make you act just a bit insane | |
Give you all the psychic energy you need | |
Eat flowers and kiss babies | |
L.S.D. for you and me. |
zuo ci : McDonald | |
McDonald | |
Now I want everybody here who feels the spirit of the song | |
And that means all you people out there in record land | |
To sing along with your old friends Country Joe The Fish | |
We will say an old time prayer as we look up to the sky and we ask the Lord | |
Please, don' t you drop that Hbomb on me, go and drop it on yourself, alright ... | |
Well, I said please, please don' t drop, | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb, Hbomb on me | |
Yeah, I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb on me | |
Yeah, I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb on me, yes | |
Well you can drop it, | |
Oh, you can drop it on yourself. | |
I walk through the scented air of summer' s blooming | |
Into the frozen air of winter' s dying | |
And as tears inside me fall | |
The pain of old wounds calls me to mend them | |
And I realize once more | |
That things done before have no ending. | |
I feel the cold of eve slowly waning | |
As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me | |
And the twisted seeds of doubt | |
Which spread my sins about lie parched and withered | |
And the present, not the past | |
Claims me at the last for it' s not over. | |
Well I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb, Hbomb on me | |
Yeah I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb on me | |
Yeah I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb on me ... | |
Hands up Charlie anduh... | |
Now if you' re tired or a bit run down | |
Can' t seem to getcha feet off the ground | |
Maybe you oughta try a little bit of L. S. D. | |
Only if you want to. | |
Shake your head and rattle your brain | |
Make you act just a bit insane | |
Give you all the psychic energy you need | |
Eat flowers and kiss babies | |
L. S. D. for you and me. |
zuò cí : McDonald | |
McDonald | |
Now I want everybody here who feels the spirit of the song | |
And that means all you people out there in record land | |
To sing along with your old friends Country Joe The Fish | |
We will say an old time prayer as we look up to the sky and we ask the Lord | |
Please, don' t you drop that Hbomb on me, go and drop it on yourself, alright ... | |
Well, I said please, please don' t drop, | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb, Hbomb on me | |
Yeah, I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb on me | |
Yeah, I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb on me, yes | |
Well you can drop it, | |
Oh, you can drop it on yourself. | |
I walk through the scented air of summer' s blooming | |
Into the frozen air of winter' s dying | |
And as tears inside me fall | |
The pain of old wounds calls me to mend them | |
And I realize once more | |
That things done before have no ending. | |
I feel the cold of eve slowly waning | |
As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me | |
And the twisted seeds of doubt | |
Which spread my sins about lie parched and withered | |
And the present, not the past | |
Claims me at the last for it' s not over. | |
Well I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb, Hbomb on me | |
Yeah I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb on me | |
Yeah I said please, please don' t drop | |
Don' t drop that Hbomb on me ... | |
Hands up Charlie anduh... | |
Now if you' re tired or a bit run down | |
Can' t seem to getcha feet off the ground | |
Maybe you oughta try a little bit of L. S. D. | |
Only if you want to. | |
Shake your head and rattle your brain | |
Make you act just a bit insane | |
Give you all the psychic energy you need | |
Eat flowers and kiss babies | |
L. S. D. for you and me. |