| 作词 : Atkins, Connelly, Esch ... | |
| I have your see-eye and here is my hand | |
| As blue and cold as 10 ground and down | |
| When the morning after coughs a crippled mile | |
| Curse the morning after | |
| Tuesday's child | |
| Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand | |
| Engage report pending, promised land | |
| Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade | |
| One down I say two | |
| I close my own hand 10 ground and down | |
| Careful when you skin returns to dirt and gold | |
| Foreign bastards dress the centerfold | |
| Million drool and madness seem to start the race | |
| Tuesdays child removes her guilty face | |
| I'm not going too take this shit anymore | |
| I won't have it in my house | |
| You see, I've seen it all before 10 down and hundreds more | |
| Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime | |
| Silence and sedation undermined | |
| Fake the bastards outcry, nail it to his chest | |
| Bone and skin descending burns the best | |
| I'm not gonna have this anymore | |
| You see I've heard it all before | |
| I won't be beaten to the ground 10 down and then 10 more. |
| zuo ci : Atkins, Connelly, Esch ... | |
| I have your seeeye and here is my hand | |
| As blue and cold as 10 ground and down | |
| When the morning after coughs a crippled mile | |
| Curse the morning after | |
| Tuesday' s child | |
| Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand | |
| Engage report pending, promised land | |
| Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade | |
| One down I say two | |
| I close my own hand 10 ground and down | |
| Careful when you skin returns to dirt and gold | |
| Foreign bastards dress the centerfold | |
| Million drool and madness seem to start the race | |
| Tuesdays child removes her guilty face | |
| I' m not going too take this shit anymore | |
| I won' t have it in my house | |
| You see, I' ve seen it all before 10 down and hundreds more | |
| Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime | |
| Silence and sedation undermined | |
| Fake the bastards outcry, nail it to his chest | |
| Bone and skin descending burns the best | |
| I' m not gonna have this anymore | |
| You see I' ve heard it all before | |
| I won' t be beaten to the ground 10 down and then 10 more. |
| zuò cí : Atkins, Connelly, Esch ... | |
| I have your seeeye and here is my hand | |
| As blue and cold as 10 ground and down | |
| When the morning after coughs a crippled mile | |
| Curse the morning after | |
| Tuesday' s child | |
| Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand | |
| Engage report pending, promised land | |
| Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade | |
| One down I say two | |
| I close my own hand 10 ground and down | |
| Careful when you skin returns to dirt and gold | |
| Foreign bastards dress the centerfold | |
| Million drool and madness seem to start the race | |
| Tuesdays child removes her guilty face | |
| I' m not going too take this shit anymore | |
| I won' t have it in my house | |
| You see, I' ve seen it all before 10 down and hundreds more | |
| Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime | |
| Silence and sedation undermined | |
| Fake the bastards outcry, nail it to his chest | |
| Bone and skin descending burns the best | |
| I' m not gonna have this anymore | |
| You see I' ve heard it all before | |
| I won' t be beaten to the ground 10 down and then 10 more. |
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