Song | Kiss Me Son Of God |
Artist | They Might Be Giants |
Album | Miscellaneous T |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : They Might Be Giants | |
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage | |
Called the blood of the exploited working class | |
But they've overcome their shyness | |
Now they're calling me your highness | |
And a world screams, 'kiss me, son of god' | |
I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect | |
Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye | |
Now i laugh and make a fortune | |
Off the same ones that i tortured | |
And a world screams, 'kiss me, son of god' | |
I look like jesus, so they say | |
But mr. jesus is very far away | |
Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true | |
That you love me and i love me | |
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage | |
Called the blood of the exploited working class | |
But they've overcome their shyness | |
Now they're calling me your highness | |
And a world screams, 'kiss me, son of god' | |
Yes a world screams, 'kiss me, son of god' |
zuo ci : They Might Be Giants | |
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage | |
Called the blood of the exploited working class | |
But they' ve overcome their shyness | |
Now they' re calling me your highness | |
And a world screams, ' kiss me, son of god' | |
I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect | |
Between the only people left who' d even look me in the eye | |
Now i laugh and make a fortune | |
Off the same ones that i tortured | |
And a world screams, ' kiss me, son of god' | |
I look like jesus, so they say | |
But mr. jesus is very far away | |
Now you' re the only one here who can tell me if it' s true | |
That you love me and i love me | |
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage | |
Called the blood of the exploited working class | |
But they' ve overcome their shyness | |
Now they' re calling me your highness | |
And a world screams, ' kiss me, son of god' | |
Yes a world screams, ' kiss me, son of god' |
zuò cí : They Might Be Giants | |
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage | |
Called the blood of the exploited working class | |
But they' ve overcome their shyness | |
Now they' re calling me your highness | |
And a world screams, ' kiss me, son of god' | |
I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect | |
Between the only people left who' d even look me in the eye | |
Now i laugh and make a fortune | |
Off the same ones that i tortured | |
And a world screams, ' kiss me, son of god' | |
I look like jesus, so they say | |
But mr. jesus is very far away | |
Now you' re the only one here who can tell me if it' s true | |
That you love me and i love me | |
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage | |
Called the blood of the exploited working class | |
But they' ve overcome their shyness | |
Now they' re calling me your highness | |
And a world screams, ' kiss me, son of god' | |
Yes a world screams, ' kiss me, son of god' |