Song | Bring Me The Head Of The Preacher Man |
Artist | Siouxsie and the Banshees |
Album | Hyaena (Remastered And Expanded) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Siouxsie & the Banshees | |
Following desire in your eyes, in your eyes | |
You're mine, you're mine, all mine | |
Following the signs in your mind, your crazy mind | |
You're mine, you're mine, all mine | |
Bring me the head of the Preacher man | |
From the sickening daze... | |
Oh the rotting sun washes down | |
The moonshine boys | |
The vultures drool | |
They pluck the gold dust from his eyes | |
And pick his bones until they're clean | |
The book of sorrows - The American dreams | |
The book of sorrows - The American dreams | |
Bring me the head of the Preacher man | |
On the blazing trail... | |
Heaven holds lone star promise | |
El Dorado - the insane theatre | |
Once more we rise | |
To drain the last of liquid sleep | |
The gift of chance | |
Eating the worm | |
The viper drops and dances | |
And everything stops and dances | |
We tumble down these lonely days | |
We tumble down... |
zuo ci : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
Following desire in your eyes, in your eyes | |
You' re mine, you' re mine, all mine | |
Following the signs in your mind, your crazy mind | |
You' re mine, you' re mine, all mine | |
Bring me the head of the Preacher man | |
From the sickening daze... | |
Oh the rotting sun washes down | |
The moonshine boys | |
The vultures drool | |
They pluck the gold dust from his eyes | |
And pick his bones until they' re clean | |
The book of sorrows The American dreams | |
The book of sorrows The American dreams | |
Bring me the head of the Preacher man | |
On the blazing trail... | |
Heaven holds lone star promise | |
El Dorado the insane theatre | |
Once more we rise | |
To drain the last of liquid sleep | |
The gift of chance | |
Eating the worm | |
The viper drops and dances | |
And everything stops and dances | |
We tumble down these lonely days | |
We tumble down... |
zuò cí : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
Following desire in your eyes, in your eyes | |
You' re mine, you' re mine, all mine | |
Following the signs in your mind, your crazy mind | |
You' re mine, you' re mine, all mine | |
Bring me the head of the Preacher man | |
From the sickening daze... | |
Oh the rotting sun washes down | |
The moonshine boys | |
The vultures drool | |
They pluck the gold dust from his eyes | |
And pick his bones until they' re clean | |
The book of sorrows The American dreams | |
The book of sorrows The American dreams | |
Bring me the head of the Preacher man | |
On the blazing trail... | |
Heaven holds lone star promise | |
El Dorado the insane theatre | |
Once more we rise | |
To drain the last of liquid sleep | |
The gift of chance | |
Eating the worm | |
The viper drops and dances | |
And everything stops and dances | |
We tumble down these lonely days | |
We tumble down... |