Song | Ironiclast |
Artist | The Damned Things |
Album | Ironiclast |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Buckley, Ian, Trohman | |
You're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell | |
The cold sex and the boredom sells | |
Heat-seeker, pull the curtain down | |
The death pangs and the wedding vows | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It runs through every inch of my veins | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death mask is a bridal veil | |
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve | |
Tell the kids, boy, what's it's like to be stoned? | |
Like I don't know, oh, | |
I knowI've got a right to know | |
I've got a right to know | |
I've got a right to know | |
I've got a right to know | |
Snake charmer, going out through the trapdoor | |
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for | |
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk | |
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It runs through every inch of my veins | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death mask is a bridal veil | |
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve | |
Tell the kids, boy, what's it's like to be stoned? | |
Like I don't know, oh, | |
I knowI got a black cloud above me too | |
And I got lungs to match | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It covers every broken inch of my bones | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold |
zuo qu : Buckley, Ian, Trohman | |
You' re soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell | |
The cold sex and the boredom sells | |
Heatseeker, pull the curtain down | |
The death pangs and the wedding vows | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It runs through every inch of my veins | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death mask is a bridal veil | |
You' re so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
You don' t feel much but you' ve got every nerve | |
Tell the kids, boy, what' s it' s like to be stoned? | |
Like I don' t know, oh, | |
I knowI' ve got a right to know | |
I' ve got a right to know | |
I' ve got a right to know | |
I' ve got a right to know | |
Snake charmer, going out through the trapdoor | |
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for | |
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk | |
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It runs through every inch of my veins | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death mask is a bridal veil | |
You' re so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
You don' t feel much but you' ve got every nerve | |
Tell the kids, boy, what' s it' s like to be stoned? | |
Like I don' t know, oh, | |
I knowI got a black cloud above me too | |
And I got lungs to match | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It covers every broken inch of my bones | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold |
zuò qǔ : Buckley, Ian, Trohman | |
You' re soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell | |
The cold sex and the boredom sells | |
Heatseeker, pull the curtain down | |
The death pangs and the wedding vows | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It runs through every inch of my veins | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death mask is a bridal veil | |
You' re so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
You don' t feel much but you' ve got every nerve | |
Tell the kids, boy, what' s it' s like to be stoned? | |
Like I don' t know, oh, | |
I knowI' ve got a right to know | |
I' ve got a right to know | |
I' ve got a right to know | |
I' ve got a right to know | |
Snake charmer, going out through the trapdoor | |
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for | |
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk | |
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It runs through every inch of my veins | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death mask is a bridal veil | |
You' re so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
You don' t feel much but you' ve got every nerve | |
Tell the kids, boy, what' s it' s like to be stoned? | |
Like I don' t know, oh, | |
I knowI got a black cloud above me too | |
And I got lungs to match | |
This trash is fucking contagious | |
It covers every broken inch of my bones | |
Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold |