| 作词 : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
| Hello, operator... give me NO-MAN'S LAND | |
| Collect call to no one at all | |
| Been yelling into an empty closet to the point of no return (and no deposit) | |
| Fiddlin' and watchin' while ROME BOINS | |
| A roll of the dice: the WOIM TOINS | |
| Hello, central... give me NO-MAN'S LAND | |
| From a walking waste disposal unit | |
| A transfusion from me'd kill the faint of heart | |
| Alas POOR YORICK... I knew me well but I been killin my brain CELL BY CELL | |
| It only takes a bullet to make the WOIM TOIN - and this one's for you... | |
| Toll is belling... signs is telling | |
| Nose is running... feet are smellin' | |
| Currently less than a human wreck | |
| Gimme a break... start at the NECK | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| My conscience and constitution's naggin' me | |
| Clock up another tracheotomy | |
| STAB another dagger in the back of me | |
| The dark gods boint my evil SOUL | |
| My brittle spirit's toint to COAL | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| the throne of agony | |
| AGONY | |
| Chalk up another frozen pizza... choke up another thousand Marlboros | |
| Anything goes for them ordinary Joes | |
| They'll cut off your face to spite your nose | |
| I don't need to touch their toes to know I've already reached my ALL TIME LOW | |
| Pacin' ruts in a carpet | |
| Eatin' up the wallpaper, crawlin' the walls, sick on the ceiling | |
| dead in the head | |
| Shut the shutters... I shoulda stayed in bed | |
| Complainin' 'bout my campaign against personal decency | |
| I got no excuses | |
| Rules wrapped in barbed wire, laced with busted glass | |
| (Yeah, I'm the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass) | |
| Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre | |
| And watch my life flicker before your very eyes | |
| With no commercial breaks... no brakes | |
| NO BRAKES... (kill me baby) | |
| Pour another glass of liquid clear | |
| KING ALCOHOL | |
| Drinkin hard to not remember what I'd just as soon forget | |
| String around the finger... rope around the NECK | |
| You always HATE the one you LOVE | |
| Time dies when you're having fun | |
| I'm gonna change ma name... I'm changin' trains... (kill me baby) | |
| I'm on the throne of agony | |
| Conscience is naggin' me | |
| Put up another tracheotomy | |
| STAB another dagger in the back of me | |
| The dark gods boint my evil SOUL | |
| My brittle spirit's toint to COAL | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| the throne of agony | |
| AGONY |
| zuo ci : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
| Hello, operator... give me NOMAN' S LAND | |
| Collect call to no one at all | |
| Been yelling into an empty closet to the point of no return and no deposit | |
| Fiddlin' and watchin' while ROME BOINS | |
| A roll of the dice: the WOIM TOINS | |
| Hello, central... give me NOMAN' S LAND | |
| From a walking waste disposal unit | |
| A transfusion from me' d kill the faint of heart | |
| Alas POOR YORICK... I knew me well but I been killin my brain CELL BY CELL | |
| It only takes a bullet to make the WOIM TOIN and this one' s for you... | |
| Toll is belling... signs is telling | |
| Nose is running... feet are smellin' | |
| Currently less than a human wreck | |
| Gimme a break... start at the NECK | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| My conscience and constitution' s naggin' me | |
| Clock up another tracheotomy | |
| STAB another dagger in the back of me | |
| The dark gods boint my evil SOUL | |
| My brittle spirit' s toint to COAL | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| the throne of agony | |
| AGONY | |
| Chalk up another frozen pizza... choke up another thousand Marlboros | |
| Anything goes for them ordinary Joes | |
| They' ll cut off your face to spite your nose | |
| I don' t need to touch their toes to know I' ve already reached my ALL TIME LOW | |
| Pacin' ruts in a carpet | |
| Eatin' up the wallpaper, crawlin' the walls, sick on the ceiling | |
| dead in the head | |
| Shut the shutters... I shoulda stayed in bed | |
| Complainin' ' bout my campaign against personal decency | |
| I got no excuses | |
| Rules wrapped in barbed wire, laced with busted glass | |
| Yeah, I' m the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass | |
| Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre | |
| And watch my life flicker before your very eyes | |
| With no commercial breaks... no brakes | |
| NO BRAKES... kill me baby | |
| Pour another glass of liquid clear | |
| KING ALCOHOL | |
| Drinkin hard to not remember what I' d just as soon forget | |
| String around the finger... rope around the NECK | |
| You always HATE the one you LOVE | |
| Time dies when you' re having fun | |
| I' m gonna change ma name... I' m changin' trains... kill me baby | |
| I' m on the throne of agony | |
| Conscience is naggin' me | |
| Put up another tracheotomy | |
| STAB another dagger in the back of me | |
| The dark gods boint my evil SOUL | |
| My brittle spirit' s toint to COAL | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| the throne of agony | |
| AGONY |
| zuò cí : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
| Hello, operator... give me NOMAN' S LAND | |
| Collect call to no one at all | |
| Been yelling into an empty closet to the point of no return and no deposit | |
| Fiddlin' and watchin' while ROME BOINS | |
| A roll of the dice: the WOIM TOINS | |
| Hello, central... give me NOMAN' S LAND | |
| From a walking waste disposal unit | |
| A transfusion from me' d kill the faint of heart | |
| Alas POOR YORICK... I knew me well but I been killin my brain CELL BY CELL | |
| It only takes a bullet to make the WOIM TOIN and this one' s for you... | |
| Toll is belling... signs is telling | |
| Nose is running... feet are smellin' | |
| Currently less than a human wreck | |
| Gimme a break... start at the NECK | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| My conscience and constitution' s naggin' me | |
| Clock up another tracheotomy | |
| STAB another dagger in the back of me | |
| The dark gods boint my evil SOUL | |
| My brittle spirit' s toint to COAL | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| the throne of agony | |
| AGONY | |
| Chalk up another frozen pizza... choke up another thousand Marlboros | |
| Anything goes for them ordinary Joes | |
| They' ll cut off your face to spite your nose | |
| I don' t need to touch their toes to know I' ve already reached my ALL TIME LOW | |
| Pacin' ruts in a carpet | |
| Eatin' up the wallpaper, crawlin' the walls, sick on the ceiling | |
| dead in the head | |
| Shut the shutters... I shoulda stayed in bed | |
| Complainin' ' bout my campaign against personal decency | |
| I got no excuses | |
| Rules wrapped in barbed wire, laced with busted glass | |
| Yeah, I' m the one who gave the sandwich to Mama Cass | |
| Stoke up and poke up my funeral pyre | |
| And watch my life flicker before your very eyes | |
| With no commercial breaks... no brakes | |
| NO BRAKES... kill me baby | |
| Pour another glass of liquid clear | |
| KING ALCOHOL | |
| Drinkin hard to not remember what I' d just as soon forget | |
| String around the finger... rope around the NECK | |
| You always HATE the one you LOVE | |
| Time dies when you' re having fun | |
| I' m gonna change ma name... I' m changin' trains... kill me baby | |
| I' m on the throne of agony | |
| Conscience is naggin' me | |
| Put up another tracheotomy | |
| STAB another dagger in the back of me | |
| The dark gods boint my evil SOUL | |
| My brittle spirit' s toint to COAL | |
| I rule my body from the throne of agony | |
| the throne of agony | |
| AGONY |
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