Song | A Kick To Kill The Kiss |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | The Noise |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hammill | |
He'd like you to call him lucky, | |
the original self-made man; | |
no sense of wide-screen vision, | |
no gender strangeness he can understand. | |
Roll on the old, old story, | |
you can call it original sin; | |
yeah, stamp that one in his passport, | |
paste it and colour it in. | |
Colour in a history of pride and prejudice; | |
what he wants is mystery, but what he gets is this: | |
a kick to kill the kiss. | |
He thinks it fair competition, | |
somehow having and eating the cake, | |
when the women are in their bodies | |
and the men are all over the place. | |
What he wants is Paradise, of which he has no clue. | |
What he wants: Oblivion. ("…Baby, all I want is you.") | |
What he wants and what he needs are very different tricks… | |
Got some strange philosophy through going for that dictionary tic | |
and the kick of kiss-me-quick. | |
A kick to kill the kiss | |
and he says | |
"Baby, all I want is you." |
zuo ci : Hammill | |
He' d like you to call him lucky, | |
the original selfmade man | |
no sense of widescreen vision, | |
no gender strangeness he can understand. | |
Roll on the old, old story, | |
you can call it original sin | |
yeah, stamp that one in his passport, | |
paste it and colour it in. | |
Colour in a history of pride and prejudice | |
what he wants is mystery, but what he gets is this: | |
a kick to kill the kiss. | |
He thinks it fair competition, | |
somehow having and eating the cake, | |
when the women are in their bodies | |
and the men are all over the place. | |
What he wants is Paradise, of which he has no clue. | |
What he wants: Oblivion. " Baby, all I want is you." | |
What he wants and what he needs are very different tricks | |
Got some strange philosophy through going for that dictionary tic | |
and the kick of kissmequick. | |
A kick to kill the kiss | |
and he says | |
" Baby, all I want is you." |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
He' d like you to call him lucky, | |
the original selfmade man | |
no sense of widescreen vision, | |
no gender strangeness he can understand. | |
Roll on the old, old story, | |
you can call it original sin | |
yeah, stamp that one in his passport, | |
paste it and colour it in. | |
Colour in a history of pride and prejudice | |
what he wants is mystery, but what he gets is this: | |
a kick to kill the kiss. | |
He thinks it fair competition, | |
somehow having and eating the cake, | |
when the women are in their bodies | |
and the men are all over the place. | |
What he wants is Paradise, of which he has no clue. | |
What he wants: Oblivion. " Baby, all I want is you." | |
What he wants and what he needs are very different tricks | |
Got some strange philosophy through going for that dictionary tic | |
and the kick of kissmequick. | |
A kick to kill the kiss | |
and he says | |
" Baby, all I want is you." |