Song | Rv |
Artist | Faith No More |
Album | Angel Dust |
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作词 : Faith No More | |
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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' |