| Song | Bellyache |
| Artist | Echobelly |
| Album | The Best Of Echobelly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johannson, Madan | |
| Impotence, the price of a dark affair, | |
| It's more than a bellyache, | |
| There's something alive in here. | |
| What do I, what do I care now that it's over, | |
| What do I care I, what do i care now that it's over. | |
| Splinters...shatter my one track mind | |
| I lie on a sea of nails and thorns | |
| Spitting out the same old line. | |
| Oh. what do I, what do I care now that it's over, | |
| What do I care I, what do I care now that it's over. | |
| Now you shoot me down, | |
| Serenade my ears my heart i'm falling falling, | |
| Echoing your sound. | |
| Winter's breath all fall down, | |
| Spin me out and spin me round, | |
| Enter darkness enter lies, oh no. | |
| What do I, what do I care now that it's over | |
| What do I care I what do I care now that it's over | |
| Now you shoot me down, serenade my ears my heart | |
| I'm falling, falling, echoing your sound. |
| zuo ci : Johannson, Madan | |
| Impotence, the price of a dark affair, | |
| It' s more than a bellyache, | |
| There' s something alive in here. | |
| What do I, what do I care now that it' s over, | |
| What do I care I, what do i care now that it' s over. | |
| Splinters... shatter my one track mind | |
| I lie on a sea of nails and thorns | |
| Spitting out the same old line. | |
| Oh. what do I, what do I care now that it' s over, | |
| What do I care I, what do I care now that it' s over. | |
| Now you shoot me down, | |
| Serenade my ears my heart i' m falling falling, | |
| Echoing your sound. | |
| Winter' s breath all fall down, | |
| Spin me out and spin me round, | |
| Enter darkness enter lies, oh no. | |
| What do I, what do I care now that it' s over | |
| What do I care I what do I care now that it' s over | |
| Now you shoot me down, serenade my ears my heart | |
| I' m falling, falling, echoing your sound. |
| zuò cí : Johannson, Madan | |
| Impotence, the price of a dark affair, | |
| It' s more than a bellyache, | |
| There' s something alive in here. | |
| What do I, what do I care now that it' s over, | |
| What do I care I, what do i care now that it' s over. | |
| Splinters... shatter my one track mind | |
| I lie on a sea of nails and thorns | |
| Spitting out the same old line. | |
| Oh. what do I, what do I care now that it' s over, | |
| What do I care I, what do I care now that it' s over. | |
| Now you shoot me down, | |
| Serenade my ears my heart i' m falling falling, | |
| Echoing your sound. | |
| Winter' s breath all fall down, | |
| Spin me out and spin me round, | |
| Enter darkness enter lies, oh no. | |
| What do I, what do I care now that it' s over | |
| What do I care I what do I care now that it' s over | |
| Now you shoot me down, serenade my ears my heart | |
| I' m falling, falling, echoing your sound. |