Song | The Studded Cinctures |
Artist | Nightmare of You |
Album | Nightmare of You |
作曲 : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
The Studded Cinctures were a band | |
From gloomy Ann Harbor, Michigan | |
And they wrote just for you | |
These irrelevant tunes | |
And with each heart-wrenching fictitious wall | |
You'd swear they sand your life with veracious detail | |
The tears trickle down your face | |
Your skinny arms begin to flail | |
And as the clumsy singer takes the stage | |
He whips the mic in an ardent way | |
And now the girls begin to blush | |
Never have they been so terribly touched | |
By such an illiterate bum. | |
Oh, won't you say what you mean | |
Give us a moment of offering | |
Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
We love the second-rating, the repetition | |
The metaphors stripped of all gall, alright | |
With a handful of pomade in hair | |
He shoots a pitifully pouty stare | |
At the nurtured audience | |
And this is easing his conscience | |
Hustling and taking knee with brow in hand | |
He shrieks the works of another man | |
A standing ovation | |
Vulnerable child, you've been taken advantage of | |
By such a carnivorous bum. | |
Oh, won't you say what you mean | |
Give us a moment of offering | |
Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
We love the second-rating, the repetition | |
The metaphors stripped of all gall, stripped of all gall | |
Oh, won't you say what you mean | |
Give us a moment of offering | |
Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
We love the second-rating | |
Oh, won't you say what you mean | |
Give us a moment of offering | |
Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
We love the second-rating, the repetition | |
And the metaphors |
zuò qǔ : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
The Studded Cinctures were a band | |
From gloomy Ann Harbor, Michigan | |
And they wrote just for you | |
These irrelevant tunes | |
And with each heartwrenching fictitious wall | |
You' d swear they sand your life with veracious detail | |
The tears trickle down your face | |
Your skinny arms begin to flail | |
And as the clumsy singer takes the stage | |
He whips the mic in an ardent way | |
And now the girls begin to blush | |
Never have they been so terribly touched | |
By such an illiterate bum. | |
Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
Give us a moment of offering | |
Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
The metaphors stripped of all gall, alright | |
With a handful of pomade in hair | |
He shoots a pitifully pouty stare | |
At the nurtured audience | |
And this is easing his conscience | |
Hustling and taking knee with brow in hand | |
He shrieks the works of another man | |
A standing ovation | |
Vulnerable child, you' ve been taken advantage of | |
By such a carnivorous bum. | |
Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
Give us a moment of offering | |
Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
The metaphors stripped of all gall, stripped of all gall | |
Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
Give us a moment of offering | |
Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
We love the secondrating | |
Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
Give us a moment of offering | |
Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
And the metaphors |