| Song | L.a. Shaker |
| Artist | Cobra Killer |
| Album | 76/77 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cobra Killer | |
| Four corners and a king-sized bed. | |
| A china-lamp breaks beside my head. | |
| All those fragments on the floor. | |
| Who closed that curtain and the balcony-door? | |
| The tiles were made to make me slip. | |
| Fitted carpet takes me in sips. | |
| I should have known in the early state: | |
| This room was made to liquidate. | |
| Arsenic in a four-star-meal. | |
| The law doesn't allow to appeal. | |
| Cyanide through the air-condition. | |
| L.A. is shaking in its best tradition. | |
| I drink acid out of the tab. | |
| I carry my face in a plastic-bag. | |
| No escape,they owe my fingertip. | |
| I'm damned to dance on Sunset Strip. | |
| Sidewalk-desserts,automobiles stalk. | |
| Lights are orders: walk- don't walk. | |
| Paramount pictures from the suicide hill. | |
| The angels came up just to kill. | |
| L.A. Shaker on the median-stripes. | |
| L.A. Shaker on a video-tape. | |
| L.A. Shaker in a sushi-bar. | |
| L.A. Shaker with his shades on the beach |
| zuo ci : Cobra Killer | |
| Four corners and a kingsized bed. | |
| A chinalamp breaks beside my head. | |
| All those fragments on the floor. | |
| Who closed that curtain and the balconydoor? | |
| The tiles were made to make me slip. | |
| Fitted carpet takes me in sips. | |
| I should have known in the early state: | |
| This room was made to liquidate. | |
| Arsenic in a fourstarmeal. | |
| The law doesn' t allow to appeal. | |
| Cyanide through the aircondition. | |
| L. A. is shaking in its best tradition. | |
| I drink acid out of the tab. | |
| I carry my face in a plasticbag. | |
| No escape, they owe my fingertip. | |
| I' m damned to dance on Sunset Strip. | |
| Sidewalkdesserts, automobiles stalk. | |
| Lights are orders: walk don' t walk. | |
| Paramount pictures from the suicide hill. | |
| The angels came up just to kill. | |
| L. A. Shaker on the medianstripes. | |
| L. A. Shaker on a videotape. | |
| L. A. Shaker in a sushibar. | |
| L. A. Shaker with his shades on the beach |
| zuò cí : Cobra Killer | |
| Four corners and a kingsized bed. | |
| A chinalamp breaks beside my head. | |
| All those fragments on the floor. | |
| Who closed that curtain and the balconydoor? | |
| The tiles were made to make me slip. | |
| Fitted carpet takes me in sips. | |
| I should have known in the early state: | |
| This room was made to liquidate. | |
| Arsenic in a fourstarmeal. | |
| The law doesn' t allow to appeal. | |
| Cyanide through the aircondition. | |
| L. A. is shaking in its best tradition. | |
| I drink acid out of the tab. | |
| I carry my face in a plasticbag. | |
| No escape, they owe my fingertip. | |
| I' m damned to dance on Sunset Strip. | |
| Sidewalkdesserts, automobiles stalk. | |
| Lights are orders: walk don' t walk. | |
| Paramount pictures from the suicide hill. | |
| The angels came up just to kill. | |
| L. A. Shaker on the medianstripes. | |
| L. A. Shaker on a videotape. | |
| L. A. Shaker in a sushibar. | |
| L. A. Shaker with his shades on the beach |