Song | F.K.O. |
Artist | Subtle |
Album | A New White |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dalrymple, Dowers, Drucker ... | |
See when you have the face of a man | |
spread thin over three half finished records | |
It's likely the hand doctors will knock &or ring | |
With the child's map of your muscles and mountain top voice all agree you need help bad too | |
To the tune of a twice as much popular music | |
The daughters of and desperate | |
drug strung rock czars | |
can it be a sloppy candy | |
for emotional wantsome | |
of many many land USA | |
another big easy for its dynamite audience | |
All half deciding | |
who is more popular | |
The good great grandchild of Napolean | |
or Carol Burnet's spotlight mop up man | |
they vote by pushing colored pins into empty check box marked | |
flaps of flesh | |
located on the backs of their minature dogs' necks | |
spea doing so | |
while outside | |
the pin poked per neck votes are then tallied | |
beneath the breathy crackle of a freshly turned off cop car | |
by alert middle class worms hid in the heads of ford model mailmen | |
Who say... | |
They say the sun is flipped by hat tipped private dicks | |
Who lean like peey eyed eagles spon classic looking lampposts lined with the many levers that start | |
Stop all of the starts. The rich folk want | |
and they turn pay the gumshoe's matress well | |
To sing the US sparkles like George Washington at twenty one sucking solid gold from the solid ground using his hollowed topless chopped cherry tree straw | |
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides then they shoot a spectacular until the cameraman's eyesight starts hurting of coarse and if they say no this song isn't happening | |
and | |
they will have their poems to them | |
or they will have nothing at all |
zuo qu : Dalrymple, Dowers, Drucker ... | |
See when you have the face of a man | |
spread thin over three half finished records | |
It' s likely the hand doctors will knock or ring | |
With the child' s map of your muscles and mountain top voice all agree you need help bad too | |
To the tune of a twice as much popular music | |
The daughters of and desperate | |
drug strung rock czars | |
can it be a sloppy candy | |
for emotional wantsome | |
of many many land USA | |
another big easy for its dynamite audience | |
All half deciding | |
who is more popular | |
The good great grandchild of Napolean | |
or Carol Burnet' s spotlight mop up man | |
they vote by pushing colored pins into empty check box marked | |
flaps of flesh | |
located on the backs of their minature dogs' necks | |
spea doing so | |
while outside | |
the pin poked per neck votes are then tallied | |
beneath the breathy crackle of a freshly turned off cop car | |
by alert middle class worms hid in the heads of ford model mailmen | |
Who say... | |
They say the sun is flipped by hat tipped private dicks | |
Who lean like peey eyed eagles spon classic looking lampposts lined with the many levers that start | |
Stop all of the starts. The rich folk want | |
and they turn pay the gumshoe' s matress well | |
To sing the US sparkles like George Washington at twenty one sucking solid gold from the solid ground using his hollowed topless chopped cherry tree straw | |
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides then they shoot a spectacular until the cameraman' s eyesight starts hurting of coarse and if they say no this song isn' t happening | |
and | |
they will have their poems to them | |
or they will have nothing at all |
zuò qǔ : Dalrymple, Dowers, Drucker ... | |
See when you have the face of a man | |
spread thin over three half finished records | |
It' s likely the hand doctors will knock or ring | |
With the child' s map of your muscles and mountain top voice all agree you need help bad too | |
To the tune of a twice as much popular music | |
The daughters of and desperate | |
drug strung rock czars | |
can it be a sloppy candy | |
for emotional wantsome | |
of many many land USA | |
another big easy for its dynamite audience | |
All half deciding | |
who is more popular | |
The good great grandchild of Napolean | |
or Carol Burnet' s spotlight mop up man | |
they vote by pushing colored pins into empty check box marked | |
flaps of flesh | |
located on the backs of their minature dogs' necks | |
spea doing so | |
while outside | |
the pin poked per neck votes are then tallied | |
beneath the breathy crackle of a freshly turned off cop car | |
by alert middle class worms hid in the heads of ford model mailmen | |
Who say... | |
They say the sun is flipped by hat tipped private dicks | |
Who lean like peey eyed eagles spon classic looking lampposts lined with the many levers that start | |
Stop all of the starts. The rich folk want | |
and they turn pay the gumshoe' s matress well | |
To sing the US sparkles like George Washington at twenty one sucking solid gold from the solid ground using his hollowed topless chopped cherry tree straw | |
And the wealthy west can not be asked who decides then they shoot a spectacular until the cameraman' s eyesight starts hurting of coarse and if they say no this song isn' t happening | |
and | |
they will have their poems to them | |
or they will have nothing at all |