Song | Baby's Insane |
Artist | Diamanda Galás |
Album | The Sporting Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Galas | |
Arms covered in blood, the war has begun | |
Hide the straight razor 'cos baby's insane | |
New telephone number, new lock on the door | |
Hide all the knives 'cos baby's insane | |
Baby's insane, baby's insane | |
Baby's on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby's insane, baby's insane | |
Hide all the knives cos baby's insane | |
The roaches are flying while she sleeps at night | |
Scream over her bed "help us find some light" | |
It stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongue | |
Dreaming of you with a hand on her gun | |
She runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawn | |
All bare their claws at the sound of your name | |
Don't knock on her window, don't knock on her door | |
She's rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor | |
Baby's insane, baby's insane | |
Baby's on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby's insane, baby's insane | |
Hide all the knives 'cos baby's insane | |
She's picked your white roses from the funeral page | |
There's a whole lot of cities where a good man can age | |
I know that she loves you but it's time to move on | |
Don't miss the bus 'cos baby's insane | |
Baby's insane, baby's insane | |
Baby's on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby's insane, baby's insane | |
Don't miss the bus cos baby's insane |
zuo ci : Galas | |
Arms covered in blood, the war has begun | |
Hide the straight razor ' cos baby' s insane | |
New telephone number, new lock on the door | |
Hide all the knives ' cos baby' s insane | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Baby' s on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Hide all the knives cos baby' s insane | |
The roaches are flying while she sleeps at night | |
Scream over her bed " help us find some light" | |
It stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongue | |
Dreaming of you with a hand on her gun | |
She runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawn | |
All bare their claws at the sound of your name | |
Don' t knock on her window, don' t knock on her door | |
She' s rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Baby' s on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Hide all the knives ' cos baby' s insane | |
She' s picked your white roses from the funeral page | |
There' s a whole lot of cities where a good man can age | |
I know that she loves you but it' s time to move on | |
Don' t miss the bus ' cos baby' s insane | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Baby' s on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Don' t miss the bus cos baby' s insane |
zuò cí : Galas | |
Arms covered in blood, the war has begun | |
Hide the straight razor ' cos baby' s insane | |
New telephone number, new lock on the door | |
Hide all the knives ' cos baby' s insane | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Baby' s on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Hide all the knives cos baby' s insane | |
The roaches are flying while she sleeps at night | |
Scream over her bed " help us find some light" | |
It stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongue | |
Dreaming of you with a hand on her gun | |
She runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawn | |
All bare their claws at the sound of your name | |
Don' t knock on her window, don' t knock on her door | |
She' s rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Baby' s on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Hide all the knives ' cos baby' s insane | |
She' s picked your white roses from the funeral page | |
There' s a whole lot of cities where a good man can age | |
I know that she loves you but it' s time to move on | |
Don' t miss the bus ' cos baby' s insane | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Baby' s on a trip to the moon again | |
Baby' s insane, baby' s insane | |
Don' t miss the bus cos baby' s insane |