| Song | Who Was In My Room Last Night? |
| Artist | Butthole Surfers |
| Album | Independent Worm Saloon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Butthole Surfers |
| [00:01.980] | I'm flying, I'm flying... |
| [01:08.450] | All night long my body burned |
| [01:10.500] | The sheets were wet and cold |
| [01:13.500] | The lights were on, my eyes were gone |
| [01:16.000] | And any second lose control |
| [01:18.800] | The pounding on my window |
| [01:20.800] | Was just the pounding in my head |
| [01:24.000] | I wonder who was in my room that night |
| [01:26.450] | Who the hell was in my bed?! Ow! |
| [02:11.650] | There must have been a body there |
| [02:14.000] | I swear I felt some flesh |
| [02:16.650] | It took a little time |
| [02:18.200] | But I figured they were mine |
| [02:19.380] | There were fingers going down my chest |
| [02:21.990] | My mouth went through the ceiling |
| [02:24.100] | And my body fell to the floor |
| [02:27.270] | I couldn't find a key 'cause there was no hole I could see |
| [02:29.887] | And someone had moved the door, ow! |
| [03:04.000] | Well the cops, the priest, the crisis line |
| [03:06.500] | And no one really had a clue |
| [03:09.690] | No one to tell us who was touching me |
| [03:12.000] | Or exactly what I should do |
| [03:14.700] | My throat was dry, my hopes were high |
| [03:17.300] | But nothing really ever got said |
| [03:20.040] | But who was in my room that night? |
| [03:22.400] | Who the hell was in my bed?! Ow! |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Butthole Surfers |
| [00:01.980] | I' m flying, I' m flying... |
| [01:08.450] | All night long my body burned |
| [01:10.500] | The sheets were wet and cold |
| [01:13.500] | The lights were on, my eyes were gone |
| [01:16.000] | And any second lose control |
| [01:18.800] | The pounding on my window |
| [01:20.800] | Was just the pounding in my head |
| [01:24.000] | I wonder who was in my room that night |
| [01:26.450] | Who the hell was in my bed?! Ow! |
| [02:11.650] | There must have been a body there |
| [02:14.000] | I swear I felt some flesh |
| [02:16.650] | It took a little time |
| [02:18.200] | But I figured they were mine |
| [02:19.380] | There were fingers going down my chest |
| [02:21.990] | My mouth went through the ceiling |
| [02:24.100] | And my body fell to the floor |
| [02:27.270] | I couldn' t find a key ' cause there was no hole I could see |
| [02:29.887] | And someone had moved the door, ow! |
| [03:04.000] | Well the cops, the priest, the crisis line |
| [03:06.500] | And no one really had a clue |
| [03:09.690] | No one to tell us who was touching me |
| [03:12.000] | Or exactly what I should do |
| [03:14.700] | My throat was dry, my hopes were high |
| [03:17.300] | But nothing really ever got said |
| [03:20.040] | But who was in my room that night? |
| [03:22.400] | Who the hell was in my bed?! Ow! |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Butthole Surfers |
| [00:01.980] | I' m flying, I' m flying... |
| [01:08.450] | All night long my body burned |
| [01:10.500] | The sheets were wet and cold |
| [01:13.500] | The lights were on, my eyes were gone |
| [01:16.000] | And any second lose control |
| [01:18.800] | The pounding on my window |
| [01:20.800] | Was just the pounding in my head |
| [01:24.000] | I wonder who was in my room that night |
| [01:26.450] | Who the hell was in my bed?! Ow! |
| [02:11.650] | There must have been a body there |
| [02:14.000] | I swear I felt some flesh |
| [02:16.650] | It took a little time |
| [02:18.200] | But I figured they were mine |
| [02:19.380] | There were fingers going down my chest |
| [02:21.990] | My mouth went through the ceiling |
| [02:24.100] | And my body fell to the floor |
| [02:27.270] | I couldn' t find a key ' cause there was no hole I could see |
| [02:29.887] | And someone had moved the door, ow! |
| [03:04.000] | Well the cops, the priest, the crisis line |
| [03:06.500] | And no one really had a clue |
| [03:09.690] | No one to tell us who was touching me |
| [03:12.000] | Or exactly what I should do |
| [03:14.700] | My throat was dry, my hopes were high |
| [03:17.300] | But nothing really ever got said |
| [03:20.040] | But who was in my room that night? |
| [03:22.400] | Who the hell was in my bed?! Ow! |