Let It All Be Lyrics
| Song | Let It All Be |
| Artist | Melvins |
| Album | The Bootlicker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Osborne | |
| LET IT ALL BE | |
| When did it begin? | |
| And will it ever end? | |
| The way you take the muscle from the song | |
| And kinda swing it | |
| You lay it on | |
| And I ain't one of your friends | |
| You're losing all the green | |
| And now you say it | |
| Now why would that be me? | |
| And why would I agree? | |
| To keep it in my head | |
| And what you think is cold | |
| It's the nature of my soul | |
| Sorry man, | |
| I aint gonna be told | |
| Let it all be. | |
| I wonder why | |
| you put this on me | |
| I speak my mind | |
| Its sorta funny | |
| I'm violent with the hands in my head | |
| They kinda move | |
| But movin gets me nowhere | |
| Now you can all decide | |
| And you can tell your lies | |
| But who you call your friends | |
| And what you think is cold | |
| It's the nature of my soul | |
| Sorry man, | |
| I aint gonna be told | |
| Let it all be. | |
| "I stood there in the middle of the... | |
| ...if i could see anything but all I could see was... | |
| beer...a collectible...(I'm a bookworm)... | |
| ...$450 a room where I stayed...... | |
| ...Nazi's...my life nothing ever prepared me for... | |
| ...since my...moved in... | |
| ...not to take pity on a poor soul | |
| and I haven't since once spilled beer but now I have... | |
| ...I've never seen...addicted to my super beer... | |
| have a proper ending/it's ended." | |
| Tangle it in the ends | |
| Heart in hand | |
| Lookin for the blood | |
| Of the White Man | |
| Lookin for the day | |
| When I can be an Indian | |
| After all this time | |
| I get my revenge | |
| But I, I aint no Indian | |
| I have to kill | |
| With what I can | |
| Dream of their fall, dream of their death |
| zuo ci : Osborne | |
| LET IT ALL BE | |
| When did it begin? | |
| And will it ever end? | |
| The way you take the muscle from the song | |
| And kinda swing it | |
| You lay it on | |
| And I ain' t one of your friends | |
| You' re losing all the green | |
| And now you say it | |
| Now why would that be me? | |
| And why would I agree? | |
| To keep it in my head | |
| And what you think is cold | |
| It' s the nature of my soul | |
| Sorry man, | |
| I aint gonna be told | |
| Let it all be. | |
| I wonder why | |
| you put this on me | |
| I speak my mind | |
| Its sorta funny | |
| I' m violent with the hands in my head | |
| They kinda move | |
| But movin gets me nowhere | |
| Now you can all decide | |
| And you can tell your lies | |
| But who you call your friends | |
| And what you think is cold | |
| It' s the nature of my soul | |
| Sorry man, | |
| I aint gonna be told | |
| Let it all be. | |
| " I stood there in the middle of the... | |
| ... if i could see anything but all I could see was... | |
| beer... a collectible... I' m a bookworm... | |
| ... 450 a room where I stayed...... | |
| ... Nazi' s... my life nothing ever prepared me for... | |
| ... since my... moved in... | |
| ... not to take pity on a poor soul | |
| and I haven' t since once spilled beer but now I have... | |
| ... I' ve never seen... addicted to my super beer... | |
| have a proper ending it' s ended." | |
| Tangle it in the ends | |
| Heart in hand | |
| Lookin for the blood | |
| Of the White Man | |
| Lookin for the day | |
| When I can be an Indian | |
| After all this time | |
| I get my revenge | |
| But I, I aint no Indian | |
| I have to kill | |
| With what I can | |
| Dream of their fall, dream of their death |
| zuò cí : Osborne | |
| LET IT ALL BE | |
| When did it begin? | |
| And will it ever end? | |
| The way you take the muscle from the song | |
| And kinda swing it | |
| You lay it on | |
| And I ain' t one of your friends | |
| You' re losing all the green | |
| And now you say it | |
| Now why would that be me? | |
| And why would I agree? | |
| To keep it in my head | |
| And what you think is cold | |
| It' s the nature of my soul | |
| Sorry man, | |
| I aint gonna be told | |
| Let it all be. | |
| I wonder why | |
| you put this on me | |
| I speak my mind | |
| Its sorta funny | |
| I' m violent with the hands in my head | |
| They kinda move | |
| But movin gets me nowhere | |
| Now you can all decide | |
| And you can tell your lies | |
| But who you call your friends | |
| And what you think is cold | |
| It' s the nature of my soul | |
| Sorry man, | |
| I aint gonna be told | |
| Let it all be. | |
| " I stood there in the middle of the... | |
| ... if i could see anything but all I could see was... | |
| beer... a collectible... I' m a bookworm... | |
| ... 450 a room where I stayed...... | |
| ... Nazi' s... my life nothing ever prepared me for... | |
| ... since my... moved in... | |
| ... not to take pity on a poor soul | |
| and I haven' t since once spilled beer but now I have... | |
| ... I' ve never seen... addicted to my super beer... | |
| have a proper ending it' s ended." | |
| Tangle it in the ends | |
| Heart in hand | |
| Lookin for the blood | |
| Of the White Man | |
| Lookin for the day | |
| When I can be an Indian | |
| After all this time | |
| I get my revenge | |
| But I, I aint no Indian | |
| I have to kill | |
| With what I can | |
| Dream of their fall, dream of their death |
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