Song | Social Life |
Artist | Iggy Pop |
Album | American Caesar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Pop | |
Nervous you need a drink | |
Tired you need a lift | |
You feel on the brink | |
Maybe you need new tits | |
Vulnerable as a ship | |
But you re not on the sea | |
Can you talk to anyone here? | |
No, not really | |
And the crowd stays on your back | |
And the girls are all s0 stacked | |
And the stress it lines your face | |
And you realy need a place | |
Its just that social life | |
Its got you on the run | |
That goddamn social life | |
It's torture dressed as fun | |
It's just that social life | |
They got you seein things | |
That goddamn social life | |
And now you re chasin strings | |
That goddamn social life | |
God-awful art and clothes | |
Plenty of money, though | |
You guess it must be worth somethin | |
What that would be you don' t know | |
In your imagination | |
There's a face of love | |
Someone who will come along | |
Instead of comin on | |
Anp the forces ebb and flow | |
And the money goes and goes | |
And something makes you | |
Want to throw a brick | |
Through the window | |
It's iust that social life | |
It's got you on the run | |
That goddamn social life | |
It's torture dressed as fun | |
It's iust that social life | |
They got you chasin strings | |
That goddamn social life | |
And you are seeing things |
zuo ci : Pop | |
Nervous you need a drink | |
Tired you need a lift | |
You feel on the brink | |
Maybe you need new tits | |
Vulnerable as a ship | |
But you re not on the sea | |
Can you talk to anyone here? | |
No, not really | |
And the crowd stays on your back | |
And the girls are all s0 stacked | |
And the stress it lines your face | |
And you realy need a place | |
Its just that social life | |
Its got you on the run | |
That goddamn social life | |
It' s torture dressed as fun | |
It' s just that social life | |
They got you seein things | |
That goddamn social life | |
And now you re chasin strings | |
That goddamn social life | |
Godawful art and clothes | |
Plenty of money, though | |
You guess it must be worth somethin | |
What that would be you don' t know | |
In your imagination | |
There' s a face of love | |
Someone who will come along | |
Instead of comin on | |
Anp the forces ebb and flow | |
And the money goes and goes | |
And something makes you | |
Want to throw a brick | |
Through the window | |
It' s iust that social life | |
It' s got you on the run | |
That goddamn social life | |
It' s torture dressed as fun | |
It' s iust that social life | |
They got you chasin strings | |
That goddamn social life | |
And you are seeing things |
zuò cí : Pop | |
Nervous you need a drink | |
Tired you need a lift | |
You feel on the brink | |
Maybe you need new tits | |
Vulnerable as a ship | |
But you re not on the sea | |
Can you talk to anyone here? | |
No, not really | |
And the crowd stays on your back | |
And the girls are all s0 stacked | |
And the stress it lines your face | |
And you realy need a place | |
Its just that social life | |
Its got you on the run | |
That goddamn social life | |
It' s torture dressed as fun | |
It' s just that social life | |
They got you seein things | |
That goddamn social life | |
And now you re chasin strings | |
That goddamn social life | |
Godawful art and clothes | |
Plenty of money, though | |
You guess it must be worth somethin | |
What that would be you don' t know | |
In your imagination | |
There' s a face of love | |
Someone who will come along | |
Instead of comin on | |
Anp the forces ebb and flow | |
And the money goes and goes | |
And something makes you | |
Want to throw a brick | |
Through the window | |
It' s iust that social life | |
It' s got you on the run | |
That goddamn social life | |
It' s torture dressed as fun | |
It' s iust that social life | |
They got you chasin strings | |
That goddamn social life | |
And you are seeing things |