| Song | I Killed The Cuckoo |
| Artist | The Geraldine Fibbers |
| Album | Butch |
| 作曲 : Bozulich, Fitzgerald, Tutton | |
| With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
| Hour later I killed the cuckoo | |
| The clock is dead once and for all | |
| Till the next time I run in with you | |
| Doesn't her smile smack of starvation | |
| Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
| In a word it's suicide like everything else | |
| No no no no baby doll | |
| Don't take no for an answer baby doll | |
| Take your pill and wash it down with perfume | |
| I'm in bed ready to be exhumed | |
| You might think I hate you... | |
| Got a strong true heart blue heart baby smart | |
| Lay me lower than I prayed for sweety heart | |
| In the end you crash into a milk truck | |
| I can see it in the tea leaves you're fucked. | |
| Doesn't her smile smack of starvation | |
| Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
| In a word it's suicide like everything else | |
| You might think I hate you... | |
| Doesn't her smile smack of starvation | |
| Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
| In a word it's suicide like everything else | |
| With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
| Hour later I killed the cuckoo |
| zuò qǔ : Bozulich, Fitzgerald, Tutton | |
| With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
| Hour later I killed the cuckoo | |
| The clock is dead once and for all | |
| Till the next time I run in with you | |
| Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
| Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
| In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
| No no no no baby doll | |
| Don' t take no for an answer baby doll | |
| Take your pill and wash it down with perfume | |
| I' m in bed ready to be exhumed | |
| You might think I hate you... | |
| Got a strong true heart blue heart baby smart | |
| Lay me lower than I prayed for sweety heart | |
| In the end you crash into a milk truck | |
| I can see it in the tea leaves you' re fucked. | |
| Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
| Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
| In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
| You might think I hate you... | |
| Doesn' t her smile smack of starvation | |
| Her legs outstretched towards her salvation | |
| In a word it' s suicide like everything else | |
| With your pussy lite feather flight lonely | |
| Hour later I killed the cuckoo |