Song | Swatting Flies |
Artist | Crash Test Dummies |
Album | A Worm's Life |
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作词 : Roberts | |
Now that i've used up all my ideas | |
Here in my little house by the sea | |
I search for a usable memory but none comes to me | |
In grade one, my teacher could do embalming | |
She'd stuff the bodies of dead little birds | |
She told us if ever we found one, just to bring it to her | |
And in the science room was an iguana | |
It lay very still in its cage | |
And we'd feed him living flies | |
Then she'd read the old testament to us | |
But first she'd remind us the stories were true | |
And we'd hear of locusts and plagues and the tortures they knew | |
And in the science room was an iguana | |
I remember it now in my house by the seaside | |
Swatting flies |
zuo ci : Roberts | |
Now that i' ve used up all my ideas | |
Here in my little house by the sea | |
I search for a usable memory but none comes to me | |
In grade one, my teacher could do embalming | |
She' d stuff the bodies of dead little birds | |
She told us if ever we found one, just to bring it to her | |
And in the science room was an iguana | |
It lay very still in its cage | |
And we' d feed him living flies | |
Then she' d read the old testament to us | |
But first she' d remind us the stories were true | |
And we' d hear of locusts and plagues and the tortures they knew | |
And in the science room was an iguana | |
I remember it now in my house by the seaside | |
Swatting flies |
zuò cí : Roberts | |
Now that i' ve used up all my ideas | |
Here in my little house by the sea | |
I search for a usable memory but none comes to me | |
In grade one, my teacher could do embalming | |
She' d stuff the bodies of dead little birds | |
She told us if ever we found one, just to bring it to her | |
And in the science room was an iguana | |
It lay very still in its cage | |
And we' d feed him living flies | |
Then she' d read the old testament to us | |
But first she' d remind us the stories were true | |
And we' d hear of locusts and plagues and the tortures they knew | |
And in the science room was an iguana | |
I remember it now in my house by the seaside | |
Swatting flies |