Song | A Temperamental Widower |
Artist | Norma Jean |
Album | Birds And Microscopes And Bottles Of Elixirs And Raw Steak And A Bunch Of Songs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Norma Jean | |
We're not going backwards | |
We're not going backwards | |
We're just killing onward, today | |
And put that knife away! | |
My first thought, a dragon | |
My first thought, a dragon | |
Two contending marches | |
And put that knife away! | |
She'll sting you to death | |
Like a swarm of hornets | |
From the hive | |
Endlessly I drift | |
Into this distraction | |
Sign my name to shame | |
Press hard, there are three copies | |
You'll put me in the grave | |
You'll put me in the grave | |
We're not going backwards | |
We're not going backwards | |
We're just killing onward, today | |
Put that knife away! | |
And put that knife away! | |
Making progress like that of a dead man | |
Constant last words, the last word. | |
The last words. |
zuo qu : Norma Jean | |
We' re not going backwards | |
We' re not going backwards | |
We' re just killing onward, today | |
And put that knife away! | |
My first thought, a dragon | |
My first thought, a dragon | |
Two contending marches | |
And put that knife away! | |
She' ll sting you to death | |
Like a swarm of hornets | |
From the hive | |
Endlessly I drift | |
Into this distraction | |
Sign my name to shame | |
Press hard, there are three copies | |
You' ll put me in the grave | |
You' ll put me in the grave | |
We' re not going backwards | |
We' re not going backwards | |
We' re just killing onward, today | |
Put that knife away! | |
And put that knife away! | |
Making progress like that of a dead man | |
Constant last words, the last word. | |
The last words. |
zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
We' re not going backwards | |
We' re not going backwards | |
We' re just killing onward, today | |
And put that knife away! | |
My first thought, a dragon | |
My first thought, a dragon | |
Two contending marches | |
And put that knife away! | |
She' ll sting you to death | |
Like a swarm of hornets | |
From the hive | |
Endlessly I drift | |
Into this distraction | |
Sign my name to shame | |
Press hard, there are three copies | |
You' ll put me in the grave | |
You' ll put me in the grave | |
We' re not going backwards | |
We' re not going backwards | |
We' re just killing onward, today | |
Put that knife away! | |
And put that knife away! | |
Making progress like that of a dead man | |
Constant last words, the last word. | |
The last words. |