Song | Two Heads - Live - 02.01.1968 Welcome To The Matrix |
Artist | Jefferson Airplane |
Album | Return To The Matrix |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Slick | |
You want two heads on your body | |
And you've got two mirrors in your hand | |
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick | |
And your nose is too small for this land | |
Inside your head is your town | |
Inside your room, your jail | |
Inside your mouth, the elephant's trunk and booze | |
The only key to your bail | |
Want two heads on your body | |
And you've got two mirrors in your hand | |
Two heads can be put together | |
And you can fill both your feet with sand | |
No one will know you've gutted your mind | |
But what will you do with your bloody hands? | |
Your lions are fighting with chairs | |
Your arms are incredibly fat | |
Your women are tired of dying alive | |
If you've had any women at that | |
Wearing your comb like an ax in your head | |
Listening for signs of life | |
Children are sucking on stone and lead | |
And chasing their hoops with a knife | |
New breasts and jewels for the girl | |
Keep them polished and shining | |
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life | |
For no child of mine | |
Want two heads on your body | |
And you've got two mirrors in your hand |
zuo ci : Slick | |
You want two heads on your body | |
And you' ve got two mirrors in your hand | |
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick | |
And your nose is too small for this land | |
Inside your head is your town | |
Inside your room, your jail | |
Inside your mouth, the elephant' s trunk and booze | |
The only key to your bail | |
Want two heads on your body | |
And you' ve got two mirrors in your hand | |
Two heads can be put together | |
And you can fill both your feet with sand | |
No one will know you' ve gutted your mind | |
But what will you do with your bloody hands? | |
Your lions are fighting with chairs | |
Your arms are incredibly fat | |
Your women are tired of dying alive | |
If you' ve had any women at that | |
Wearing your comb like an ax in your head | |
Listening for signs of life | |
Children are sucking on stone and lead | |
And chasing their hoops with a knife | |
New breasts and jewels for the girl | |
Keep them polished and shining | |
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life | |
For no child of mine | |
Want two heads on your body | |
And you' ve got two mirrors in your hand |
zuò cí : Slick | |
You want two heads on your body | |
And you' ve got two mirrors in your hand | |
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick | |
And your nose is too small for this land | |
Inside your head is your town | |
Inside your room, your jail | |
Inside your mouth, the elephant' s trunk and booze | |
The only key to your bail | |
Want two heads on your body | |
And you' ve got two mirrors in your hand | |
Two heads can be put together | |
And you can fill both your feet with sand | |
No one will know you' ve gutted your mind | |
But what will you do with your bloody hands? | |
Your lions are fighting with chairs | |
Your arms are incredibly fat | |
Your women are tired of dying alive | |
If you' ve had any women at that | |
Wearing your comb like an ax in your head | |
Listening for signs of life | |
Children are sucking on stone and lead | |
And chasing their hoops with a knife | |
New breasts and jewels for the girl | |
Keep them polished and shining | |
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life | |
For no child of mine | |
Want two heads on your body | |
And you' ve got two mirrors in your hand |