Song | Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes |
Artist | They Might Be Giants |
Album | They Might Be Giants |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Flansburgh, Linnell | |
All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots | |
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton | |
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in | |
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice | |
Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice | |
And nothing's smelling like a rose | |
But i don't care if no one's coming up for air | |
I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots | |
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
And nothing's smelling like a rose | |
But i don't care if no one's coming up for air | |
I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
No, no, no, no | |
Nothing's smelling like a rose | |
But i don't care if no one's coming up for air | |
I know that nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore |
zuo ci : Flansburgh, Linnell | |
All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
I' m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
But every little thing' s a domino that falls on different dots | |
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton | |
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in | |
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice | |
Some people call them snakeeyes, but to me they look like mice | |
And nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
I know nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
I' m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
But every little thing' s a domino that falls on different dots | |
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
And nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
I know nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
No, no, no, no | |
Nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
I know that nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore |
zuò cí : Flansburgh, Linnell | |
All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
I' m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
But every little thing' s a domino that falls on different dots | |
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton | |
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in | |
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice | |
Some people call them snakeeyes, but to me they look like mice | |
And nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
I know nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
I' m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
But every little thing' s a domino that falls on different dots | |
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
And nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
I know nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
No, no, no, no | |
Nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
I know that nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore |