| Song | Rv |
| Artist | Faith No More |
| Album | Original Album Series |
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| 作词 : Faith No More | |
| --------------------------------------------------------------------------------(l,m,p) | |
| Faith No More< | |
| Mike Bordin: | |
| Drums; Roddy | |
| Bottum: Keyboards; | |
| Billy Gould: | |
| Bass Guitar; | |
| Jim Martin: | |
| Guitar;Mike | |
| Patton: Vocals >( Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992] )-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | |
| Backside melts into a sofa | |
| My world, my | |
| TV, and my food | |
| Besides listening to my belly gurgle | |
| Ain't much else to do | |
| Yeah, I sweat a lot | |
| Pants fall down every time | |
| I bend over | |
| And my feet itch | |
| Yeah-I married a scarecrow | |
| I hate you | |
| Talking to myself | |
| Everibody's starin' at me | |
| I'm only bleedin' | |
| Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes | |
| Nobody speaks | |
| English anymore | |
| Would anybody tell me | |
| I was gettin' stupider? | |
| I hate you | |
| Talking to myself | |
| You don't feel it after awhile | |
| You take the beating | |
| I'm a swingin' guy | |
| Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod | |
| And swing - - - | |
| Toss me inside a | |
| HeftyAnd put me in the ground | |
| A drink needs me | |
| I don'tI ain't about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my assnewscasters, coakroaches, and desserts | |
| I hate you | |
| Talkin' to myself | |
| Everibody's starin' at me | |
| I'm only bleedin' | |
| Where are the kids?maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleonthe | |
| Dodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses | |
| I think it's time | |
| I had a talk with my kids | |
| I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me | |
| YOU AIN'T | |
| NEVER GONN | |
| A AMOUNT N | |
| OTHIN'-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
| zuo ci : Faith No More | |
| l, m, p | |
| Faith No More | |
| Mike Bordin: | |
| Drums Roddy | |
| Bottum: Keyboards | |
| Billy Gould: | |
| Bass Guitar | |
| Jim Martin: | |
| Guitar Mike | |
| Patton: Vocals Angel Dust Slash Records, 1992 | |
| Backside melts into a sofa | |
| My world, my | |
| TV, and my food | |
| Besides listening to my belly gurgle | |
| Ain' t much else to do | |
| Yeah, I sweat a lot | |
| Pants fall down every time | |
| I bend over | |
| And my feet itch | |
| YeahI married a scarecrow | |
| I hate you | |
| Talking to myself | |
| Everibody' s starin' at me | |
| I' m only bleedin' | |
| Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes | |
| Nobody speaks | |
| English anymore | |
| Would anybody tell me | |
| I was gettin' stupider? | |
| I hate you | |
| Talking to myself | |
| You don' t feel it after awhile | |
| You take the beating | |
| I' m a swingin' guy | |
| Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod | |
| And swing | |
| Toss me inside a | |
| HeftyAnd put me in the ground | |
| A drink needs me | |
| I don' tI ain' t about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my assnewscasters, coakroaches, and desserts | |
| I hate you | |
| Talkin' to myself | |
| Everibody' s starin' at me | |
| I' m only bleedin' | |
| Where are the kids? maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleonthe | |
| Dodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady' smantleswalkin' onwaternailedoncrosses | |
| I think it' s time | |
| I had a talk with my kids | |
| I' ll just tell ' em what my daddy told me | |
| YOU AIN' T | |
| NEVER GONN | |
| A AMOUNT N | |
| OTHIN' |
| zuò cí : Faith No More | |
| l, m, p | |
| Faith No More | |
| Mike Bordin: | |
| Drums Roddy | |
| Bottum: Keyboards | |
| Billy Gould: | |
| Bass Guitar | |
| Jim Martin: | |
| Guitar Mike | |
| Patton: Vocals Angel Dust Slash Records, 1992 | |
| Backside melts into a sofa | |
| My world, my | |
| TV, and my food | |
| Besides listening to my belly gurgle | |
| Ain' t much else to do | |
| Yeah, I sweat a lot | |
| Pants fall down every time | |
| I bend over | |
| And my feet itch | |
| YeahI married a scarecrow | |
| I hate you | |
| Talking to myself | |
| Everibody' s starin' at me | |
| I' m only bleedin' | |
| Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes | |
| Nobody speaks | |
| English anymore | |
| Would anybody tell me | |
| I was gettin' stupider? | |
| I hate you | |
| Talking to myself | |
| You don' t feel it after awhile | |
| You take the beating | |
| I' m a swingin' guy | |
| Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod | |
| And swing | |
| Toss me inside a | |
| HeftyAnd put me in the ground | |
| A drink needs me | |
| I don' tI ain' t about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my assnewscasters, coakroaches, and desserts | |
| I hate you | |
| Talkin' to myself | |
| Everibody' s starin' at me | |
| I' m only bleedin' | |
| Where are the kids? maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleonthe | |
| Dodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady' smantleswalkin' onwaternailedoncrosses | |
| I think it' s time | |
| I had a talk with my kids | |
| I' ll just tell ' em what my daddy told me | |
| YOU AIN' T | |
| NEVER GONN | |
| A AMOUNT N | |
| OTHIN' |