Song | Original Wrapper (Live Version) |
Artist | Lou Reed |
Album | Perfect Night In London |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lou Reed | |
作曲 : Lou Reed | |
I was sittin' home on the West End | |
watchin' cable TV with a female friend | |
we were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess | |
the poor and the hungry, a world in distress | |
Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you're at it, check what's in the batter | |
make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper | |
Reagan says abortion's murder | |
while he's looking at Cardinal O'Connor | |
look at Jerry Falwell Louis Farrakhan | |
both talk religion and the brotherhood of man | |
They both sound like they belong in Teheran | |
watch out, they're goin' full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffle | |
and while you're at it better check, what's in the batter | |
make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper | |
White against white, Black against Jew | |
it seems like it's 1942 | |
the baby sits in front of MTV | |
watching violent fantasies | |
While Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport | |
only to find his heroes are all coked up | |
classic, original, the same old story | |
the politics of hate in a new surrounding | |
Hate if it's good and hate if it's bad | |
and if this all don't make you mad | |
I'll keep yours and I'll keep mine | |
nothing sacred and nothing divine | |
Father, bless me, we're at full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you're at it better check that batter | |
make sure the candy's in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey | |
I was born in the United States | |
and I grew up hard but I grew up straight | |
I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern | |
a feeling that there's nowhere to turn | |
Yippies, Hippies and upwardly mobile Yuppies | |
don't treat me like I'm some dumb lackey | |
'cause the murderer lives while the victims die | |
I'd much rather see it an eye for an eye | |
A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain | |
and if this all makes you feel a little insane | |
kick up your heels, turn the music up loud | |
pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say | |
Don't mean to come on sanctimonious | |
but life's got me nervous and little pugnacious | |
Lugubrious so I give a salutation | |
and rock on out to beat really stupid | |
Ohh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do | |
hip hop gonna bop till I drop | |
watch out world, comin' at you full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you're at it better check that batter | |
make sure the candy's in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure the candy's in the Original Wrapper | |
hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure the candy's in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey, hey |
zuo ci : Lou Reed | |
zuo qu : Lou Reed | |
I was sittin' home on the West End | |
watchin' cable TV with a female friend | |
we were watchin' the news, the world' s in a mess | |
the poor and the hungry, a world in distress | |
Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you' re at it, check what' s in the batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Reagan says abortion' s murder | |
while he' s looking at Cardinal O' Connor | |
look at Jerry Falwell Louis Farrakhan | |
both talk religion and the brotherhood of man | |
They both sound like they belong in Teheran | |
watch out, they' re goin' full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffle | |
and while you' re at it better check, what' s in the batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
White against white, Black against Jew | |
it seems like it' s 1942 | |
the baby sits in front of MTV | |
watching violent fantasies | |
While Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport | |
only to find his heroes are all coked up | |
classic, original, the same old story | |
the politics of hate in a new surrounding | |
Hate if it' s good and hate if it' s bad | |
and if this all don' t make you mad | |
I' ll keep yours and I' ll keep mine | |
nothing sacred and nothing divine | |
Father, bless me, we' re at full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you' re at it better check that batter | |
make sure the candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey | |
I was born in the United States | |
and I grew up hard but I grew up straight | |
I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern | |
a feeling that there' s nowhere to turn | |
Yippies, Hippies and upwardly mobile Yuppies | |
don' t treat me like I' m some dumb lackey | |
' cause the murderer lives while the victims die | |
I' d much rather see it an eye for an eye | |
A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain | |
and if this all makes you feel a little insane | |
kick up your heels, turn the music up loud | |
pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say | |
Don' t mean to come on sanctimonious | |
but life' s got me nervous and little pugnacious | |
Lugubrious so I give a salutation | |
and rock on out to beat really stupid | |
Ohh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do | |
hip hop gonna bop till I drop | |
watch out world, comin' at you full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you' re at it better check that batter | |
make sure the candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure the candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure the candy' s in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey, hey |
zuò cí : Lou Reed | |
zuò qǔ : Lou Reed | |
I was sittin' home on the West End | |
watchin' cable TV with a female friend | |
we were watchin' the news, the world' s in a mess | |
the poor and the hungry, a world in distress | |
Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you' re at it, check what' s in the batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Reagan says abortion' s murder | |
while he' s looking at Cardinal O' Connor | |
look at Jerry Falwell Louis Farrakhan | |
both talk religion and the brotherhood of man | |
They both sound like they belong in Teheran | |
watch out, they' re goin' full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffle | |
and while you' re at it better check, what' s in the batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
White against white, Black against Jew | |
it seems like it' s 1942 | |
the baby sits in front of MTV | |
watching violent fantasies | |
While Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport | |
only to find his heroes are all coked up | |
classic, original, the same old story | |
the politics of hate in a new surrounding | |
Hate if it' s good and hate if it' s bad | |
and if this all don' t make you mad | |
I' ll keep yours and I' ll keep mine | |
nothing sacred and nothing divine | |
Father, bless me, we' re at full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you' re at it better check that batter | |
make sure the candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure that candy' s in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey | |
I was born in the United States | |
and I grew up hard but I grew up straight | |
I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern | |
a feeling that there' s nowhere to turn | |
Yippies, Hippies and upwardly mobile Yuppies | |
don' t treat me like I' m some dumb lackey | |
' cause the murderer lives while the victims die | |
I' d much rather see it an eye for an eye | |
A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain | |
and if this all makes you feel a little insane | |
kick up your heels, turn the music up loud | |
pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say | |
Don' t mean to come on sanctimonious | |
but life' s got me nervous and little pugnacious | |
Lugubrious so I give a salutation | |
and rock on out to beat really stupid | |
Ohh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do | |
hip hop gonna bop till I drop | |
watch out world, comin' at you full throttle | |
better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle | |
and while you' re at it better check that batter | |
make sure the candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
Hey, hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure the candy' s in the Original Wrapper | |
hey, pitcher, better check that batter | |
make sure the candy' s in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey, hey |