作词 : Rogers | |
At night in the minefield, tuggin' my uniform | |
Loose chaps and keeping tabs where I'm lying on | |
Where you suppose the interest came | |
In whose to receive here and whose to blame | |
Huh? I don't get it .. C'mon | |
Shotgun those shells and get those slippery suckers down | |
ASIO and the carrion crow could sure use you around | |
With your microphone hidden in my drawers | |
Why don't you just beat me off with those claws | |
Hit it | |
I trust you just as far as low fat groceries | |
Wouldn't you like to know whose tugging at my jeans | |
I'll stick this friggin' neck right down your cake-hole | |
Just as soon as let you mess with the love I know | |
It's thuggery | |
It's thuggery | |
It's thuggery | |
It's your time to shout get over it | |
Let the blood rush to my head | |
Come on little man | |
What don't you get |
zuo ci : Rogers | |
At night in the minefield, tuggin' my uniform | |
Loose chaps and keeping tabs where I' m lying on | |
Where you suppose the interest came | |
In whose to receive here and whose to blame | |
Huh? I don' t get it .. C' mon | |
Shotgun those shells and get those slippery suckers down | |
ASIO and the carrion crow could sure use you around | |
With your microphone hidden in my drawers | |
Why don' t you just beat me off with those claws | |
Hit it | |
I trust you just as far as low fat groceries | |
Wouldn' t you like to know whose tugging at my jeans | |
I' ll stick this friggin' neck right down your cakehole | |
Just as soon as let you mess with the love I know | |
It' s thuggery | |
It' s thuggery | |
It' s thuggery | |
It' s your time to shout get over it | |
Let the blood rush to my head | |
Come on little man | |
What don' t you get |
zuò cí : Rogers | |
At night in the minefield, tuggin' my uniform | |
Loose chaps and keeping tabs where I' m lying on | |
Where you suppose the interest came | |
In whose to receive here and whose to blame | |
Huh? I don' t get it .. C' mon | |
Shotgun those shells and get those slippery suckers down | |
ASIO and the carrion crow could sure use you around | |
With your microphone hidden in my drawers | |
Why don' t you just beat me off with those claws | |
Hit it | |
I trust you just as far as low fat groceries | |
Wouldn' t you like to know whose tugging at my jeans | |
I' ll stick this friggin' neck right down your cakehole | |
Just as soon as let you mess with the love I know | |
It' s thuggery | |
It' s thuggery | |
It' s thuggery | |
It' s your time to shout get over it | |
Let the blood rush to my head | |
Come on little man | |
What don' t you get |