Song | Page Me Wolverine |
Artist | Deep Blue Something |
Album | Deep Blue Something |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pipes | |
another monday morning, | |
a pot of coffee. | |
(you never throw a change-up.) | |
God bless the good caffeine | |
as the one accepted demon | |
you're never letting go of... | |
a smile on your face befits your place | |
(MTV's the running joke that everybody knows) | |
we have our little ways to waste our days... | |
light, urban, terrorism. | |
we're burning the new gods. | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine. | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine. | |
take up all your free time | |
listening to b-sides | |
and find a new messiah. | |
we're mixing the solution, | |
calling it cold fusion. | |
tell me, can you dig that? | |
starting out ascent | |
we then begin | |
(we're only getting higher.) | |
tell someone to speak up | |
of what we're in need of. | |
"the warriors killed cyrus." | |
blaming it off on me | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine. x's 10 |
zuo qu : Pipes | |
another monday morning, | |
a pot of coffee. | |
you never throw a changeup. | |
God bless the good caffeine | |
as the one accepted demon | |
you' re never letting go of... | |
a smile on your face befits your place | |
MTV' s the running joke that everybody knows | |
we have our little ways to waste our days... | |
light, urban, terrorism. | |
we' re burning the new gods. | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you' re welcome to my machine. | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you' re welcome to my machine. | |
take up all your free time | |
listening to bsides | |
and find a new messiah. | |
we' re mixing the solution, | |
calling it cold fusion. | |
tell me, can you dig that? | |
starting out ascent | |
we then begin | |
we' re only getting higher. | |
tell someone to speak up | |
of what we' re in need of. | |
" the warriors killed cyrus." | |
blaming it off on me | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you' re welcome to my machine. x' s 10 |
zuò qǔ : Pipes | |
another monday morning, | |
a pot of coffee. | |
you never throw a changeup. | |
God bless the good caffeine | |
as the one accepted demon | |
you' re never letting go of... | |
a smile on your face befits your place | |
MTV' s the running joke that everybody knows | |
we have our little ways to waste our days... | |
light, urban, terrorism. | |
we' re burning the new gods. | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you' re welcome to my machine. | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you' re welcome to my machine. | |
take up all your free time | |
listening to bsides | |
and find a new messiah. | |
we' re mixing the solution, | |
calling it cold fusion. | |
tell me, can you dig that? | |
starting out ascent | |
we then begin | |
we' re only getting higher. | |
tell someone to speak up | |
of what we' re in need of. | |
" the warriors killed cyrus." | |
blaming it off on me | |
page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you' re welcome to my machine. x' s 10 |