Song | Turn Blue |
Artist | Iggy Pop |
Album | Lust For Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bowie, Lacey, Peace, Pop | |
See a black | |
EldoradoOh, rolling along down below my window | |
That black girl in the back looks pretty good | |
Christ! She's beautiful | |
Know how soft she is? | |
Just what you feel like | |
Oh, I'm so far away from her | |
Jesus, this is | |
IggyYou, you might as well come with me | |
When you ride the ride | |
There's talk and | |
I don't wanna talk | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma [Incomprehensible], | |
I tell you, | |
I shot myself down | |
They're stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
I don't know why they're stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Damn, I don't know why | |
They're stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Can't you see? | |
Oh no, stepping on our hearts | |
How come the blacks, how come they | |
They copy you so good? | |
They get off on you so sexually | |
If you wanna make it | |
Young man, you gotta make somebody come | |
Come out of your black | |
Come out of your black | |
Black and strong and black | |
Black and strong and black | |
Strong, black | |
Jesus, it's cold in this room, it's really cold | |
You know, | |
I never, I never told you about this but there's one guy | |
Somebody I really love, he's never around | |
Well, he's taken things that could be alright, that could be nice | |
And he make him so ugly, so damn ugly | |
And we put out the lights on them | |
Yeah, we'd make it dark, we put out the lights on them | |
It's idiots like you that screw me up | |
I know there's nothing to you | |
And I don't know why | |
I treat you so kind | |
Come down and dance with me, dance with me | |
You got nobody left but me | |
Oh accept me, don't reject me, don't forget me | |
Mamma, what color will the lights be? | |
Will they turn blue on me? | |
Mamma, what color will the lights be? | |
Will they turn blue on me? | |
Mamma, I shot myself up | |
Whoa mamma, | |
I shot myself up | |
Mamma, I shot myself up up up up up | |
Mamma, I shot myself up, down, up, down | |
Mamma, oh oh oh oh oh | |
Mamma, I didn't know what | |
I was doing | |
And I didn't mean to but | |
I did it, | |
I shot myself up |
zuo ci : Bowie, Lacey, Peace, Pop | |
See a black | |
EldoradoOh, rolling along down below my window | |
That black girl in the back looks pretty good | |
Christ! She' s beautiful | |
Know how soft she is? | |
Just what you feel like | |
Oh, I' m so far away from her | |
Jesus, this is | |
IggyYou, you might as well come with me | |
When you ride the ride | |
There' s talk and | |
I don' t wanna talk | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma Incomprehensible, | |
I tell you, | |
I shot myself down | |
They' re stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
I don' t know why they' re stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Damn, I don' t know why | |
They' re stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Can' t you see? | |
Oh no, stepping on our hearts | |
How come the blacks, how come they | |
They copy you so good? | |
They get off on you so sexually | |
If you wanna make it | |
Young man, you gotta make somebody come | |
Come out of your black | |
Come out of your black | |
Black and strong and black | |
Black and strong and black | |
Strong, black | |
Jesus, it' s cold in this room, it' s really cold | |
You know, | |
I never, I never told you about this but there' s one guy | |
Somebody I really love, he' s never around | |
Well, he' s taken things that could be alright, that could be nice | |
And he make him so ugly, so damn ugly | |
And we put out the lights on them | |
Yeah, we' d make it dark, we put out the lights on them | |
It' s idiots like you that screw me up | |
I know there' s nothing to you | |
And I don' t know why | |
I treat you so kind | |
Come down and dance with me, dance with me | |
You got nobody left but me | |
Oh accept me, don' t reject me, don' t forget me | |
Mamma, what color will the lights be? | |
Will they turn blue on me? | |
Mamma, what color will the lights be? | |
Will they turn blue on me? | |
Mamma, I shot myself up | |
Whoa mamma, | |
I shot myself up | |
Mamma, I shot myself up up up up up | |
Mamma, I shot myself up, down, up, down | |
Mamma, oh oh oh oh oh | |
Mamma, I didn' t know what | |
I was doing | |
And I didn' t mean to but | |
I did it, | |
I shot myself up |
zuò cí : Bowie, Lacey, Peace, Pop | |
See a black | |
EldoradoOh, rolling along down below my window | |
That black girl in the back looks pretty good | |
Christ! She' s beautiful | |
Know how soft she is? | |
Just what you feel like | |
Oh, I' m so far away from her | |
Jesus, this is | |
IggyYou, you might as well come with me | |
When you ride the ride | |
There' s talk and | |
I don' t wanna talk | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma, | |
I shot myself down | |
Oh mamma Incomprehensible, | |
I tell you, | |
I shot myself down | |
They' re stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
I don' t know why they' re stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Damn, I don' t know why | |
They' re stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Stepping on our hearts | |
Can' t you see? | |
Oh no, stepping on our hearts | |
How come the blacks, how come they | |
They copy you so good? | |
They get off on you so sexually | |
If you wanna make it | |
Young man, you gotta make somebody come | |
Come out of your black | |
Come out of your black | |
Black and strong and black | |
Black and strong and black | |
Strong, black | |
Jesus, it' s cold in this room, it' s really cold | |
You know, | |
I never, I never told you about this but there' s one guy | |
Somebody I really love, he' s never around | |
Well, he' s taken things that could be alright, that could be nice | |
And he make him so ugly, so damn ugly | |
And we put out the lights on them | |
Yeah, we' d make it dark, we put out the lights on them | |
It' s idiots like you that screw me up | |
I know there' s nothing to you | |
And I don' t know why | |
I treat you so kind | |
Come down and dance with me, dance with me | |
You got nobody left but me | |
Oh accept me, don' t reject me, don' t forget me | |
Mamma, what color will the lights be? | |
Will they turn blue on me? | |
Mamma, what color will the lights be? | |
Will they turn blue on me? | |
Mamma, I shot myself up | |
Whoa mamma, | |
I shot myself up | |
Mamma, I shot myself up up up up up | |
Mamma, I shot myself up, down, up, down | |
Mamma, oh oh oh oh oh | |
Mamma, I didn' t know what | |
I was doing | |
And I didn' t mean to but | |
I did it, | |
I shot myself up |