Song | Lunch In A Sack |
Artist | U.S. Bombs |
Album | Back At The Laundromat |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Martinez, Peters | |
Crash, rats in a trap | |
Hyper me back, won't let me crash | |
Clean off yer T.V. screens | |
Wipe the film nobody see's | |
eyeball that phoney smirk 'cause | |
we;ve got to ring it out! | |
Crash , I'm gonna crash..... So tell me kid | |
to much is not enough! get em off the rack | |
Rocket sex and drugs to roll | |
its sterilized ya got fads to mold | |
Penelized a wild manimal | |
Hey! its just like they said | |
No money for the mind game | |
A vice that gripstill we're otta the way | |
Disect all those rejects, go ahead | |
and burn em all in the cage! Crash! | |
I'm judgin you and yer judgin me | |
Underneath its all gone seperates | |
the cause won't die till we turn in our graves | |
the trap is set! Yer gonna eat the seeds | |
Crash! a f**kin trap, hyper me back, | |
to the resource back to the crap |
zuo qu : Martinez, Peters | |
Crash, rats in a trap | |
Hyper me back, won' t let me crash | |
Clean off yer T. V. screens | |
Wipe the film nobody see' s | |
eyeball that phoney smirk ' cause | |
we ve got to ring it out! | |
Crash , I' m gonna crash..... So tell me kid | |
to much is not enough! get em off the rack | |
Rocket sex and drugs to roll | |
its sterilized ya got fads to mold | |
Penelized a wild manimal | |
Hey! its just like they said | |
No money for the mind game | |
A vice that gripstill we' re otta the way | |
Disect all those rejects, go ahead | |
and burn em all in the cage! Crash! | |
I' m judgin you and yer judgin me | |
Underneath its all gone seperates | |
the cause won' t die till we turn in our graves | |
the trap is set! Yer gonna eat the seeds | |
Crash! a f kin trap, hyper me back, | |
to the resource back to the crap |
zuò qǔ : Martinez, Peters | |
Crash, rats in a trap | |
Hyper me back, won' t let me crash | |
Clean off yer T. V. screens | |
Wipe the film nobody see' s | |
eyeball that phoney smirk ' cause | |
we ve got to ring it out! | |
Crash , I' m gonna crash..... So tell me kid | |
to much is not enough! get em off the rack | |
Rocket sex and drugs to roll | |
its sterilized ya got fads to mold | |
Penelized a wild manimal | |
Hey! its just like they said | |
No money for the mind game | |
A vice that gripstill we' re otta the way | |
Disect all those rejects, go ahead | |
and burn em all in the cage! Crash! | |
I' m judgin you and yer judgin me | |
Underneath its all gone seperates | |
the cause won' t die till we turn in our graves | |
the trap is set! Yer gonna eat the seeds | |
Crash! a f kin trap, hyper me back, | |
to the resource back to the crap |