| 作曲 : Tim Alexander & Les Claypool & Larry LaLonde & B. Mantia | |
| 作词 : Primus | |
| The Earth it did crack openon the day that | |
| I was bornand a thousand merry pranksterscame dancin' through the storm. | |
| I lay cradle bounda howlin' at the windnot knowin' years to come | |
| I'd be shoutin' over din | |
| I sucked information through the holes in my skullas my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. | |
| I am Antipop; | |
| I'll run against the grain till the day | |
| I drop.I am the | |
| Antipop; the man you cannot stop. | |
| As a young man, | |
| I plug into the tube,but the stench of all that pretense | |
| I cannot muddle through. | |
| I lay on my backand scan the radioall that comes out my speakersis a steady syrup flow. | |
| I suck information through the holes in my skullas my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. | |
| I stood by watchingand | |
| I seen 'em come and go. | |
| I seen 'em make that millionthen vanish in the snow. | |
| They come upon youlike a pack of rabid houndsas they slobber in your earsand purge you with their sounds. | |
| Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skullmy belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. | |
| I am Antipop; | |
| I'll run against the grain till the day | |
| I drop.I am the | |
| Antipop; the man you cannot stop. |
| zuo qu : Tim Alexander Les Claypool Larry LaLonde B. Mantia | |
| zuo ci : Primus | |
| The Earth it did crack openon the day that | |
| I was bornand a thousand merry pranksterscame dancin' through the storm. | |
| I lay cradle bounda howlin' at the windnot knowin' years to come | |
| I' d be shoutin' over din | |
| I sucked information through the holes in my skullas my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. | |
| I am Antipop | |
| I' ll run against the grain till the day | |
| I drop. I am the | |
| Antipop the man you cannot stop. | |
| As a young man, | |
| I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense | |
| I cannot muddle through. | |
| I lay on my backand scan the radioall that comes out my speakersis a steady syrup flow. | |
| I suck information through the holes in my skullas my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. | |
| I stood by watchingand | |
| I seen ' em come and go. | |
| I seen ' em make that millionthen vanish in the snow. | |
| They come upon youlike a pack of rabid houndsas they slobber in your earsand purge you with their sounds. | |
| Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skullmy belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. | |
| I am Antipop | |
| I' ll run against the grain till the day | |
| I drop. I am the | |
| Antipop the man you cannot stop. |
| zuò qǔ : Tim Alexander Les Claypool Larry LaLonde B. Mantia | |
| zuò cí : Primus | |
| The Earth it did crack openon the day that | |
| I was bornand a thousand merry pranksterscame dancin' through the storm. | |
| I lay cradle bounda howlin' at the windnot knowin' years to come | |
| I' d be shoutin' over din | |
| I sucked information through the holes in my skullas my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. | |
| I am Antipop | |
| I' ll run against the grain till the day | |
| I drop. I am the | |
| Antipop the man you cannot stop. | |
| As a young man, | |
| I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense | |
| I cannot muddle through. | |
| I lay on my backand scan the radioall that comes out my speakersis a steady syrup flow. | |
| I suck information through the holes in my skullas my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. | |
| I stood by watchingand | |
| I seen ' em come and go. | |
| I seen ' em make that millionthen vanish in the snow. | |
| They come upon youlike a pack of rabid houndsas they slobber in your earsand purge you with their sounds. | |
| Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skullmy belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. | |
| I am Antipop | |
| I' ll run against the grain till the day | |
| I drop. I am the | |
| Antipop the man you cannot stop. |
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