作词 : Ween | |
Transdermal celebration | |
Caused a slight mutation | |
In the rift | |
It toppled down a nation | |
And left the people running for the hills | |
But the mutants that | |
I see Shine their beauty unto me | |
I wish you could see them | |
Tectonic tribulation | |
Formed a crust of green beyond the reef | |
Waves fell in formation | |
Cause the plants to bend with spi-ked leaves | |
I'm growing with the land | |
Time has taken my hands and let me touch them | |
Hey, hey, | |
A billion miles to | |
Mark A Lay on the lawn, he's already home | |
When the morning ray hits his face | |
Transdermal celebration | |
Jets flew in formation | |
I could see them | |
Dropping the crustaceans | |
Leaving trails of flames in their wake | |
But where is the mutation | |
Who once told me it was safe, | |
I can't find him |
zuo ci : Ween | |
Transdermal celebration | |
Caused a slight mutation | |
In the rift | |
It toppled down a nation | |
And left the people running for the hills | |
But the mutants that | |
I see Shine their beauty unto me | |
I wish you could see them | |
Tectonic tribulation | |
Formed a crust of green beyond the reef | |
Waves fell in formation | |
Cause the plants to bend with spiked leaves | |
I' m growing with the land | |
Time has taken my hands and let me touch them | |
Hey, hey, | |
A billion miles to | |
Mark A Lay on the lawn, he' s already home | |
When the morning ray hits his face | |
Transdermal celebration | |
Jets flew in formation | |
I could see them | |
Dropping the crustaceans | |
Leaving trails of flames in their wake | |
But where is the mutation | |
Who once told me it was safe, | |
I can' t find him |
zuò cí : Ween | |
Transdermal celebration | |
Caused a slight mutation | |
In the rift | |
It toppled down a nation | |
And left the people running for the hills | |
But the mutants that | |
I see Shine their beauty unto me | |
I wish you could see them | |
Tectonic tribulation | |
Formed a crust of green beyond the reef | |
Waves fell in formation | |
Cause the plants to bend with spiked leaves | |
I' m growing with the land | |
Time has taken my hands and let me touch them | |
Hey, hey, | |
A billion miles to | |
Mark A Lay on the lawn, he' s already home | |
When the morning ray hits his face | |
Transdermal celebration | |
Jets flew in formation | |
I could see them | |
Dropping the crustaceans | |
Leaving trails of flames in their wake | |
But where is the mutation | |
Who once told me it was safe, | |
I can' t find him |