| Song | Song Against Sex |
| Artist | Neutral Milk Hotel |
| Album | On Avery Island |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mangum | |
| And the first one tore a picture | |
| Of a dead and hanging man | |
| Who was kissing foreign fishes | |
| That flew right out from this hands | |
| And when I put my arms around him | |
| I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks | |
| And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak | |
| And he said... | |
| Oh boy you are so pretty | |
| Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string... | |
| And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring | |
| Lost like a bell that's tipping over | |
| With two cracks along both sides | |
| And I knew the world was over so | |
| I took a look outside | |
| And watched the fires that were reaching | |
| Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees | |
| And the waiting scene and the sunday dream | |
| They're all waiting here for me | |
| Deli markets with their flower stands | |
| Pretty girls and the burning men | |
| Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays | |
| And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face | |
| Across a bridge and across the mountains | |
| Threw a nickel in a fountain | |
| To save my soul from all these troubled times | |
| And all the drugs that | |
| I don't have the guts to take | |
| To soothe my mind so | |
| I'm always sober | |
| Always aching, always heading towards | |
| Mass suicide, occult figurines | |
| And wasted gas-station attendents | |
| Attending to their jobs | |
| And a nice drive in the country | |
| Finds a nice cliff to drop off | |
| Oh when this world just gets so grating | |
| All the grittiness of life | |
| But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you | |
| You're too wonderful to die | |
| And the last one tore a picture | |
| From a pornographic page | |
| But all the pleasure points attacking all | |
| The looks of love were staged | |
| And its a lie that you've been giving it hurts | |
| You everyday so why should | |
| I lay you naked | |
| When its just too far away. | |
| From anything we could call loving | |
| Any love worth living for | |
| So I'll sleep out in the gutter | |
| You can sleep here on the floor | |
| And when I wake up in the morning | |
| I forgot to lock the door | |
| Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline | |
| You won't see me anymore |
| zuo ci : Mangum | |
| And the first one tore a picture | |
| Of a dead and hanging man | |
| Who was kissing foreign fishes | |
| That flew right out from this hands | |
| And when I put my arms around him | |
| I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks | |
| And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak | |
| And he said... | |
| Oh boy you are so pretty | |
| Enough to wrap tight in ricepaper string... | |
| And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring | |
| Lost like a bell that' s tipping over | |
| With two cracks along both sides | |
| And I knew the world was over so | |
| I took a look outside | |
| And watched the fires that were reaching | |
| Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees | |
| And the waiting scene and the sunday dream | |
| They' re all waiting here for me | |
| Deli markets with their flower stands | |
| Pretty girls and the burning men | |
| Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays | |
| And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face | |
| Across a bridge and across the mountains | |
| Threw a nickel in a fountain | |
| To save my soul from all these troubled times | |
| And all the drugs that | |
| I don' t have the guts to take | |
| To soothe my mind so | |
| I' m always sober | |
| Always aching, always heading towards | |
| Mass suicide, occult figurines | |
| And wasted gasstation attendents | |
| Attending to their jobs | |
| And a nice drive in the country | |
| Finds a nice cliff to drop off | |
| Oh when this world just gets so grating | |
| All the grittiness of life | |
| But don' t take those pills your boyfriend gave you | |
| You' re too wonderful to die | |
| And the last one tore a picture | |
| From a pornographic page | |
| But all the pleasure points attacking all | |
| The looks of love were staged | |
| And its a lie that you' ve been giving it hurts | |
| You everyday so why should | |
| I lay you naked | |
| When its just too far away. | |
| From anything we could call loving | |
| Any love worth living for | |
| So I' ll sleep out in the gutter | |
| You can sleep here on the floor | |
| And when I wake up in the morning | |
| I forgot to lock the door | |
| Because with a match that' s mean and some gasoline | |
| You won' t see me anymore |
| zuò cí : Mangum | |
| And the first one tore a picture | |
| Of a dead and hanging man | |
| Who was kissing foreign fishes | |
| That flew right out from this hands | |
| And when I put my arms around him | |
| I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks | |
| And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak | |
| And he said... | |
| Oh boy you are so pretty | |
| Enough to wrap tight in ricepaper string... | |
| And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring | |
| Lost like a bell that' s tipping over | |
| With two cracks along both sides | |
| And I knew the world was over so | |
| I took a look outside | |
| And watched the fires that were reaching | |
| Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees | |
| And the waiting scene and the sunday dream | |
| They' re all waiting here for me | |
| Deli markets with their flower stands | |
| Pretty girls and the burning men | |
| Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays | |
| And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face | |
| Across a bridge and across the mountains | |
| Threw a nickel in a fountain | |
| To save my soul from all these troubled times | |
| And all the drugs that | |
| I don' t have the guts to take | |
| To soothe my mind so | |
| I' m always sober | |
| Always aching, always heading towards | |
| Mass suicide, occult figurines | |
| And wasted gasstation attendents | |
| Attending to their jobs | |
| And a nice drive in the country | |
| Finds a nice cliff to drop off | |
| Oh when this world just gets so grating | |
| All the grittiness of life | |
| But don' t take those pills your boyfriend gave you | |
| You' re too wonderful to die | |
| And the last one tore a picture | |
| From a pornographic page | |
| But all the pleasure points attacking all | |
| The looks of love were staged | |
| And its a lie that you' ve been giving it hurts | |
| You everyday so why should | |
| I lay you naked | |
| When its just too far away. | |
| From anything we could call loving | |
| Any love worth living for | |
| So I' ll sleep out in the gutter | |
| You can sleep here on the floor | |
| And when I wake up in the morning | |
| I forgot to lock the door | |
| Because with a match that' s mean and some gasoline | |
| You won' t see me anymore |