| Song | Dance Monkey |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | A Healthy Distrust |
| 作曲 : Frances | |
| ride.i got two left hooves, two on test.well, since nobody's steppin' to me(huh) take me to your cult leader(huh huh) take me to your local drug dealertake me to the man in the mirrorwhen you stand and deliver with your hand on the triggeran emotional terrorist | |
| I double-M | |
| U N Enever make my enemy publici'm a private dancer, dancin' for moneydance monkey, dance you goddamn monkey(do that thing that's funny)do i make you wanna laugh?i make you wanna movei make you wanna dodo dododo do(repeat)case one carries a paint gunshe's unafraid of wavin' when she's gettin' her face doneher favorite radio station's a permanent paid vacationburnin' her face in the sunshe loves repetitive songs that keep playin'you know the repetitive songs that keep playin'she learned all the words and she works it babydangerously catchy and she feels it in her cervix lately'cause the rhythm is a cancershe's on a secret dieta private viewing disease-free tv pilotshe saw the future in a group studythey threw money in her pants(do that thing that's funny)dance monkey, dance you goddamn monkeydo i make you wanna laugh?i make you wanna movei make you wanna dodo dododo do(repeat)don't live for the moment -- live for the constantdie for what's right or get killed by your consciencethere's a difference between conscience, conscious and conscientiouscontrary to popular beliefyou're none of thesethere's plenty to feedempty mouths've been nest boundand kept down and apes won't be bangin on the chest poundwhen pacemakers are fragilethey thate the taste of capsulesthey feed their face with paxilfemales hate their dads stillholy son's got mommy issues on deck at the podiumholdin' tongues with the ritualsmore complex than napoleoni told'em"it isn't his job to live in a fog"i don't have a god complex, you've got a simple god(huh) take me to your cult leader(c'mon) take me to your local drug dealer(c'mon man) take me to the man in the mirrorwhen you stand and deliver with your hand on the triggerand a can of miller in the otheryou can't kill me mother****eri got our number, you best disconnect before i call itthe bumper sticker on your forehead's the wrong fitwhen the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?)when the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?)when the bomb hits (what music will you look to for shelter?)not that mine'll help yadance! |
| zuò qǔ : Frances | |
| ride. i got two left hooves, two on test. well, since nobody' s steppin' to me huh take me to your cult leader huh huh take me to your local drug dealertake me to the man in the mirrorwhen you stand and deliver with your hand on the triggeran emotional terrorist | |
| I doubleM | |
| U N Enever make my enemy publici' m a private dancer, dancin' for moneydance monkey, dance you goddamn monkey do that thing that' s funny do i make you wanna laugh? i make you wanna movei make you wanna dodo dododo do repeat case one carries a paint gunshe' s unafraid of wavin' when she' s gettin' her face doneher favorite radio station' s a permanent paid vacationburnin' her face in the sunshe loves repetitive songs that keep playin' you know the repetitive songs that keep playin' she learned all the words and she works it babydangerously catchy and she feels it in her cervix lately' cause the rhythm is a cancershe' s on a secret dieta private viewing diseasefree tv pilotshe saw the future in a group studythey threw money in her pants do that thing that' s funny dance monkey, dance you goddamn monkeydo i make you wanna laugh? i make you wanna movei make you wanna dodo dododo do repeat don' t live for the moment live for the constantdie for what' s right or get killed by your consciencethere' s a difference between conscience, conscious and conscientiouscontrary to popular beliefyou' re none of thesethere' s plenty to feedempty mouths' ve been nest boundand kept down and apes won' t be bangin on the chest poundwhen pacemakers are fragilethey thate the taste of capsulesthey feed their face with paxilfemales hate their dads stillholy son' s got mommy issues on deck at the podiumholdin' tongues with the ritualsmore complex than napoleoni told' em" it isn' t his job to live in a fog" i don' t have a god complex, you' ve got a simple god huh take me to your cult leader c' mon take me to your local drug dealer c' mon man take me to the man in the mirrorwhen you stand and deliver with your hand on the triggerand a can of miller in the otheryou can' t kill me mother eri got our number, you best disconnect before i call itthe bumper sticker on your forehead' s the wrong fitwhen the bomb hits what music will you look to for shelter? when the bomb hits what music will you look to for shelter? when the bomb hits what music will you look to for shelter? not that mine' ll help yadance! |