Song | Lotion |
Artist | Deftones |
Album | Around The Fur |
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作词 : Deftones | |
I meant to come back to put out bliss | |
But the style's crumblin', covered, canned | |
It was sick and no you don't even know how it comes | |
And shifts then gets ruined by you fuckin' slobs | |
It's classical, anyway | |
I can't help it, it makes me so sick | |
Over and over, it sits stiff, bound with no heart, fine' | |
Cause this is where the separation starts arisin' | |
I can see it comin' over your cloud | |
It's classical, anyway | |
How cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
It's just a bad call, it's so funny | |
How you think | |
I'm so serious, but that's not it | |
The thing is | |
I don't give enough jacks to give a fuck | |
It's just plain boring how you bore me asleep | |
It's classical, anyway | |
How cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, | |
I feel sick | |
And who the fuck are you anyways, you fuck? | |
It's making sick sense seeing how you're sticking out | |
Hardly and hopin' money | |
But please arise up off the fuckin' knees | |
Hop off the train for a second | |
And try to find your own fuckin' heart | |
It's classical, anyway | |
And how cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
I feel sick in my head | |
I feel sick in my head | |
I feel sick in my head... |
zuo ci : Deftones | |
I meant to come back to put out bliss | |
But the style' s crumblin', covered, canned | |
It was sick and no you don' t even know how it comes | |
And shifts then gets ruined by you fuckin' slobs | |
It' s classical, anyway | |
I can' t help it, it makes me so sick | |
Over and over, it sits stiff, bound with no heart, fine' | |
Cause this is where the separation starts arisin' | |
I can see it comin' over your cloud | |
It' s classical, anyway | |
How cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
It' s just a bad call, it' s so funny | |
How you think | |
I' m so serious, but that' s not it | |
The thing is | |
I don' t give enough jacks to give a fuck | |
It' s just plain boring how you bore me asleep | |
It' s classical, anyway | |
How cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, | |
I feel sick | |
And who the fuck are you anyways, you fuck? | |
It' s making sick sense seeing how you' re sticking out | |
Hardly and hopin' money | |
But please arise up off the fuckin' knees | |
Hop off the train for a second | |
And try to find your own fuckin' heart | |
It' s classical, anyway | |
And how cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
I feel sick in my head | |
I feel sick in my head | |
I feel sick in my head... |
zuò cí : Deftones | |
I meant to come back to put out bliss | |
But the style' s crumblin', covered, canned | |
It was sick and no you don' t even know how it comes | |
And shifts then gets ruined by you fuckin' slobs | |
It' s classical, anyway | |
I can' t help it, it makes me so sick | |
Over and over, it sits stiff, bound with no heart, fine' | |
Cause this is where the separation starts arisin' | |
I can see it comin' over your cloud | |
It' s classical, anyway | |
How cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
It' s just a bad call, it' s so funny | |
How you think | |
I' m so serious, but that' s not it | |
The thing is | |
I don' t give enough jacks to give a fuck | |
It' s just plain boring how you bore me asleep | |
It' s classical, anyway | |
How cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, | |
I feel sick | |
And who the fuck are you anyways, you fuck? | |
It' s making sick sense seeing how you' re sticking out | |
Hardly and hopin' money | |
But please arise up off the fuckin' knees | |
Hop off the train for a second | |
And try to find your own fuckin' heart | |
It' s classical, anyway | |
And how cool are you, | |
I remember | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
I feel sick, | |
I feel sick | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
Feel sickened, feel sickened | |
I feel sick in my head | |
I feel sick in my head | |
I feel sick in my head... |