Song | Scrap |
Artist | L7 |
Album | Bricks Are Heavy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gurewitz, Sparks | |
I met a skinhead named | |
ScrapHe lived in my friend’s garage | |
Everyday he’s shaking that spray paint can | |
And comes out seeing stars | |
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask | |
Until your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat | |
The funky dying brain cell | |
So he met some | |
Christian’s from hell | |
Who said, "Let’s go to Vegas, man" | |
So he packed up his leather and his red beret | |
Into that big, bad | |
Christian van | |
Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent | |
Till your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the preacher thumps the | |
BibleWith a crazy beat, the funky dying brain cell | |
Well, he came back to the garage | |
But the garage, it wasn’t there | |
And he dug metallic gold more than | |
Luke and John | |
Now he’s growing his hair | |
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask | |
Until your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the ball in the can | |
Has a crazy beat, the funky dying brain cell |
zuo ci : Gurewitz, Sparks | |
I met a skinhead named | |
ScrapHe lived in my friend' s garage | |
Everyday he' s shaking that spray paint can | |
And comes out seeing stars | |
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask | |
Until your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat | |
The funky dying brain cell | |
So he met some | |
Christian' s from hell | |
Who said, " Let' s go to Vegas, man" | |
So he packed up his leather and his red beret | |
Into that big, bad | |
Christian van | |
Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent | |
Till your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the preacher thumps the | |
BibleWith a crazy beat, the funky dying brain cell | |
Well, he came back to the garage | |
But the garage, it wasn' t there | |
And he dug metallic gold more than | |
Luke and John | |
Now he' s growing his hair | |
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask | |
Until your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the ball in the can | |
Has a crazy beat, the funky dying brain cell |
zuò cí : Gurewitz, Sparks | |
I met a skinhead named | |
ScrapHe lived in my friend' s garage | |
Everyday he' s shaking that spray paint can | |
And comes out seeing stars | |
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask | |
Until your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat | |
The funky dying brain cell | |
So he met some | |
Christian' s from hell | |
Who said, " Let' s go to Vegas, man" | |
So he packed up his leather and his red beret | |
Into that big, bad | |
Christian van | |
Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent | |
Till your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the preacher thumps the | |
BibleWith a crazy beat, the funky dying brain cell | |
Well, he came back to the garage | |
But the garage, it wasn' t there | |
And he dug metallic gold more than | |
Luke and John | |
Now he' s growing his hair | |
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask | |
Until your mind starts to gel' | |
Cause the ball in the can | |
Has a crazy beat, the funky dying brain cell |