Tickle The Truth - normal Lyrics
| Song | Tickle The Truth - normal |
| Artist | Widespread Panic |
| Album | Free Somehow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Widespread Panic | |
| She complained, you look different, yeah, but | |
| I'm keeping my name | |
| You're not drinking the usual, | |
| I said it all tastes the same | |
| She fled, you smell like | |
| L.A., yeah, but check out my new frames | |
| You know these cool shades make you look bitching | |
| Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip | |
| I had a twenty in ready but | |
| I said I might skip | |
| Some people act funny when you're just trying to be hip | |
| Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen | |
| Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk | |
| And people are watching, it's like stepping on chalk | |
| Learning curves behind like a memory stalks | |
| But in all it's an innocent mission | |
| She rang late last night, said that wasn't you, was it? | |
| I said all colors of money are fit for deposit | |
| Half naked right now, | |
| I've got soup in the closet | |
| Oh, it's sometimes with words | |
| I'm just fishing | |
| Should I come over? | |
| It sounds like you need me | |
| I said, hey, that's funny, you sound like my | |
| TVJust try this thing once, it'll make life so easy | |
| And even puppies come under suspicion | |
| Then a lover came knocking, | |
| I opened the door | |
| With an apple in my hand, she said, what's that core? | |
| It's the past and the future, but | |
| I shouldn't say more | |
| And that's just my radio hissing | |
| Well, I know you too well and | |
| I know you're no villain | |
| I said, don't look now 'cause | |
| I'm ripping off | |
| DylanWhat you see is a little crusty, the real thing's the fillin’ | |
| The sound bite from a verbal beautician | |
| All the jokers in this world, they're swarming like bees | |
| Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees | |
| Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's | |
| Two shows at tonight's inquisition | |
| And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed | |
| Body's ups and down are just food for the head | |
| It's front page and | |
| French fries or the funny pages instead | |
| We tickle the truth into submission | |
| All in all it's an innocent mission | |
| Just tickle the truth into submission | |
| And tickle the truth into submission |
| zuo ci : Widespread Panic | |
| She complained, you look different, yeah, but | |
| I' m keeping my name | |
| You' re not drinking the usual, | |
| I said it all tastes the same | |
| She fled, you smell like | |
| L. A., yeah, but check out my new frames | |
| You know these cool shades make you look bitching | |
| Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip | |
| I had a twenty in ready but | |
| I said I might skip | |
| Some people act funny when you' re just trying to be hip | |
| Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen | |
| Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk | |
| And people are watching, it' s like stepping on chalk | |
| Learning curves behind like a memory stalks | |
| But in all it' s an innocent mission | |
| She rang late last night, said that wasn' t you, was it? | |
| I said all colors of money are fit for deposit | |
| Half naked right now, | |
| I' ve got soup in the closet | |
| Oh, it' s sometimes with words | |
| I' m just fishing | |
| Should I come over? | |
| It sounds like you need me | |
| I said, hey, that' s funny, you sound like my | |
| TVJust try this thing once, it' ll make life so easy | |
| And even puppies come under suspicion | |
| Then a lover came knocking, | |
| I opened the door | |
| With an apple in my hand, she said, what' s that core? | |
| It' s the past and the future, but | |
| I shouldn' t say more | |
| And that' s just my radio hissing | |
| Well, I know you too well and | |
| I know you' re no villain | |
| I said, don' t look now ' cause | |
| I' m ripping off | |
| DylanWhat you see is a little crusty, the real thing' s the fillin' | |
| The sound bite from a verbal beautician | |
| All the jokers in this world, they' re swarming like bees | |
| Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees | |
| Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960' s | |
| Two shows at tonight' s inquisition | |
| And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed | |
| Body' s ups and down are just food for the head | |
| It' s front page and | |
| French fries or the funny pages instead | |
| We tickle the truth into submission | |
| All in all it' s an innocent mission | |
| Just tickle the truth into submission | |
| And tickle the truth into submission |
| zuò cí : Widespread Panic | |
| She complained, you look different, yeah, but | |
| I' m keeping my name | |
| You' re not drinking the usual, | |
| I said it all tastes the same | |
| She fled, you smell like | |
| L. A., yeah, but check out my new frames | |
| You know these cool shades make you look bitching | |
| Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip | |
| I had a twenty in ready but | |
| I said I might skip | |
| Some people act funny when you' re just trying to be hip | |
| Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen | |
| Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk | |
| And people are watching, it' s like stepping on chalk | |
| Learning curves behind like a memory stalks | |
| But in all it' s an innocent mission | |
| She rang late last night, said that wasn' t you, was it? | |
| I said all colors of money are fit for deposit | |
| Half naked right now, | |
| I' ve got soup in the closet | |
| Oh, it' s sometimes with words | |
| I' m just fishing | |
| Should I come over? | |
| It sounds like you need me | |
| I said, hey, that' s funny, you sound like my | |
| TVJust try this thing once, it' ll make life so easy | |
| And even puppies come under suspicion | |
| Then a lover came knocking, | |
| I opened the door | |
| With an apple in my hand, she said, what' s that core? | |
| It' s the past and the future, but | |
| I shouldn' t say more | |
| And that' s just my radio hissing | |
| Well, I know you too well and | |
| I know you' re no villain | |
| I said, don' t look now ' cause | |
| I' m ripping off | |
| DylanWhat you see is a little crusty, the real thing' s the fillin' | |
| The sound bite from a verbal beautician | |
| All the jokers in this world, they' re swarming like bees | |
| Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees | |
| Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960' s | |
| Two shows at tonight' s inquisition | |
| And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed | |
| Body' s ups and down are just food for the head | |
| It' s front page and | |
| French fries or the funny pages instead | |
| We tickle the truth into submission | |
| All in all it' s an innocent mission | |
| Just tickle the truth into submission | |
| And tickle the truth into submission |
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