Song | Honey, Watch Your Ass |
Artist | Jason Molina |
Album | Pyramid Electric Co. |
作曲 : Molina | |
The smoke tastes like gray lead | |
It's killing her head | |
She finally let him have it | |
Here practice yelling at yourself instead | |
She nearly burned the town again | |
With the look that she gave him | |
She covers her heart with her hands and says | |
A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
It's like nothing's got a pulse | |
In this whole damn place | |
Right down to the clocks | |
Nothing's got a pulse | |
Remember darling how quiet it got | |
Leave her alone, let her go home | |
So she don't have to see you | |
How pathetic you can be | |
So she won't hate herself to death | |
Know what I mean | |
She's covering he heart with her hands and says | |
A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
That must be her up there | |
Perfume and cigarette smoke in her wild hair | |
She smells a little like a train | |
Hauling lilacs through the rain | |
I can't tell that she's crying | |
I'll pretend again | |
But she sees them total destruction | |
As she goes running to them | |
I'm finally showing her the switch | |
How I learned to hold it | |
In my teeth | |
How she's got to keep | |
One razor sharp bloody piece | |
Of her old broken heart | |
How she's got to use that edge to carve | |
Across her new heart | |
Something deep enough to hurt | |
So it always reminds her | |
Deep enough to last | |
Darlin' honey, watch your ass |
zuò qǔ : Molina | |
The smoke tastes like gray lead | |
It' s killing her head | |
She finally let him have it | |
Here practice yelling at yourself instead | |
She nearly burned the town again | |
With the look that she gave him | |
She covers her heart with her hands and says | |
A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
It' s like nothing' s got a pulse | |
In this whole damn place | |
Right down to the clocks | |
Nothing' s got a pulse | |
Remember darling how quiet it got | |
Leave her alone, let her go home | |
So she don' t have to see you | |
How pathetic you can be | |
So she won' t hate herself to death | |
Know what I mean | |
She' s covering he heart with her hands and says | |
A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
That must be her up there | |
Perfume and cigarette smoke in her wild hair | |
She smells a little like a train | |
Hauling lilacs through the rain | |
I can' t tell that she' s crying | |
I' ll pretend again | |
But she sees them total destruction | |
As she goes running to them | |
I' m finally showing her the switch | |
How I learned to hold it | |
In my teeth | |
How she' s got to keep | |
One razor sharp bloody piece | |
Of her old broken heart | |
How she' s got to use that edge to carve | |
Across her new heart | |
Something deep enough to hurt | |
So it always reminds her | |
Deep enough to last | |
Darlin' honey, watch your ass |