Song | Walter Westinghouse |
Artist | The Residents |
Album | Fingerprince |
作词 : Residents | |
Walter Westinghouse went to town | |
He found a friend today | |
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as | |
He heard Walter say | |
Love me tender, love me sweet | |
Love me like I love my feet | |
Sit me down with Ezra Pound | |
But don't forget to eat | |
Or cause a country boy to cook | |
A carrot or a cake | |
But don't forget the feelings | |
Of a friend are hard to fake | |
He lives a life of April leaves | |
Respondent to the thought that | |
Often things you caught or bought | |
Were not the ones you sought | |
Now his December is a sender | |
Singing songs he knows | |
But all the words are cheese and please | |
And boy, I hope it snows | |
He buys the bacon and the achin' | |
In his heart is due | |
To overcoats and Quaker Oats | |
And if his wife should sue | |
Wanda, Wanda where you went and | |
Tell me what'd you take? | |
I took the tongue of Philip Jung | |
And left it in the lake | |
But my dear I think I fear | |
That you had lost your way | |
'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs | |
Were all he'd let me bake | |
He said, "Your trust is like a crust | |
Too brittle and too thin" | |
I said, ?You're full of nigger nuts | |
And look like Rin Tin Tin? | |
Is common ground not ever found | |
But flees from dad to son | |
Or is it just believing that the | |
Evening steals the sun? | |
I said, ?Your snoot is full of poot | |
And should be in a shoe? | |
And then I said your stupid bed | |
Is better off than you | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Huh, what's that, dear? Huh? | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Yes, eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
And he sees the threads of worn out treads | |
And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
And calls his color true and calls his color true |
zuò cí : Residents | |
Walter Westinghouse went to town | |
He found a friend today | |
His friend was peeling ceiling wax as | |
He heard Walter say | |
Love me tender, love me sweet | |
Love me like I love my feet | |
Sit me down with Ezra Pound | |
But don' t forget to eat | |
Or cause a country boy to cook | |
A carrot or a cake | |
But don' t forget the feelings | |
Of a friend are hard to fake | |
He lives a life of April leaves | |
Respondent to the thought that | |
Often things you caught or bought | |
Were not the ones you sought | |
Now his December is a sender | |
Singing songs he knows | |
But all the words are cheese and please | |
And boy, I hope it snows | |
He buys the bacon and the achin' | |
In his heart is due | |
To overcoats and Quaker Oats | |
And if his wife should sue | |
Wanda, Wanda where you went and | |
Tell me what' d you take? | |
I took the tongue of Philip Jung | |
And left it in the lake | |
But my dear I think I fear | |
That you had lost your way | |
' Cause scrambled eggs, ' cause scrambled eggs | |
Were all he' d let me bake | |
He said, " Your trust is like a crust | |
Too brittle and too thin" | |
I said, nbsp? You' re full of nigger nuts | |
And look like Rin Tin Tin? | |
Is common ground not ever found | |
But flees from dad to son | |
Or is it just believing that the | |
Evening steals the sun? | |
I said, nbsp? Your snoot is full of poot | |
And should be in a shoe? | |
And then I said your stupid bed | |
Is better off than you | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Huh, what' s that, dear? Huh? | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Yes, eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
Eat exuding oinks upon | |
And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
At caustic spells of hell | |
And he sees the threads of worn out treads | |
And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
And calls his color true and calls his color true |