Song | Stab In the Back |
Artist | Steve Lukather |
Album | Ever Changing Times |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Goodrum, Lukather | |
Vodka, on the rocks | |
One more for my best friend | |
Long time, how you been | |
What lie should I tell him | |
'cause the scar inside is still there | |
Six piece little band | |
A hand shake was the contract | |
Ink pen in his hand | |
Getting ready for the last act | |
As i drink the last poisonous drop | |
The innocence of youth I had | |
Slithered out and left me with the | |
Tab in the end it's like a stab...a stab in the back | |
All that's left to do is just to stagger out | |
All the shoulda coulda beens don't matter now | |
And the cold ventura wind from the breath of his last spin | |
In the end its just a stab in the back | |
Phone call on his cell | |
Went straight to his voice mail | |
At first glance, who could tell | |
He got his Rolex at wholesale | |
As I speak of behalf of the fools | |
The only page that's left to turn | |
I should tear it out and watch it burn | |
And someday laugh at the stab...stab in my back |
zuo qu : Goodrum, Lukather | |
Vodka, on the rocks | |
One more for my best friend | |
Long time, how you been | |
What lie should I tell him | |
' cause the scar inside is still there | |
Six piece little band | |
A hand shake was the contract | |
Ink pen in his hand | |
Getting ready for the last act | |
As i drink the last poisonous drop | |
The innocence of youth I had | |
Slithered out and left me with the | |
Tab in the end it' s like a stab... a stab in the back | |
All that' s left to do is just to stagger out | |
All the shoulda coulda beens don' t matter now | |
And the cold ventura wind from the breath of his last spin | |
In the end its just a stab in the back | |
Phone call on his cell | |
Went straight to his voice mail | |
At first glance, who could tell | |
He got his Rolex at wholesale | |
As I speak of behalf of the fools | |
The only page that' s left to turn | |
I should tear it out and watch it burn | |
And someday laugh at the stab... stab in my back |
zuò qǔ : Goodrum, Lukather | |
Vodka, on the rocks | |
One more for my best friend | |
Long time, how you been | |
What lie should I tell him | |
' cause the scar inside is still there | |
Six piece little band | |
A hand shake was the contract | |
Ink pen in his hand | |
Getting ready for the last act | |
As i drink the last poisonous drop | |
The innocence of youth I had | |
Slithered out and left me with the | |
Tab in the end it' s like a stab... a stab in the back | |
All that' s left to do is just to stagger out | |
All the shoulda coulda beens don' t matter now | |
And the cold ventura wind from the breath of his last spin | |
In the end its just a stab in the back | |
Phone call on his cell | |
Went straight to his voice mail | |
At first glance, who could tell | |
He got his Rolex at wholesale | |
As I speak of behalf of the fools | |
The only page that' s left to turn | |
I should tear it out and watch it burn | |
And someday laugh at the stab... stab in my back |