Song | Run Like a Villain |
Artist | Iggy Pop |
Album | Zombie Birdhouse |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DuPrey, Pop | |
Big Dick is a thumbs-up guy | |
He shot a missile in the sky | |
It functioned just as advertised | |
Until the fire made him cry | |
Look into it later | |
When the dust is clearing off the crater | |
Run like a villain, let the good times roll | |
Run like a villain to the sugar bowl | |
Run like a villain 'cause you can't adjust | |
To a saccharine suburb in the mush | |
I've got some lovin' arms around me | |
Darker than the tombs of | |
EgyptDumber than the crudest fiction | |
Buried in a melting coffin | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
Tracy got an | |
Afghan pedigreed | |
Prescription shades and designer jeans | |
A Sony Walkman on her head | |
All she wants is to be fed | |
Run, run, run 'cause you're soft | |
Run, run but don't get lost | |
The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
I've got some lovin' arms around me | |
The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
I've got some lovin' arms around me | |
Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry | |
In this zombie birdhouse | |
Run, run, run, run like a villain | |
Let the good times roll | |
Run like a villain to save your soul | |
It can't be done, | |
I already know | |
So I run like a villain to the sugar bowl' | |
Cause who you are nobody knows | |
Who you are nobody knows you | |
Rings on your fingers | |
And bells on your toes |
zuo ci : DuPrey, Pop | |
Big Dick is a thumbsup guy | |
He shot a missile in the sky | |
It functioned just as advertised | |
Until the fire made him cry | |
Look into it later | |
When the dust is clearing off the crater | |
Run like a villain, let the good times roll | |
Run like a villain to the sugar bowl | |
Run like a villain ' cause you can' t adjust | |
To a saccharine suburb in the mush | |
I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
Darker than the tombs of | |
EgyptDumber than the crudest fiction | |
Buried in a melting coffin | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
Tracy got an | |
Afghan pedigreed | |
Prescription shades and designer jeans | |
A Sony Walkman on her head | |
All she wants is to be fed | |
Run, run, run ' cause you' re soft | |
Run, run but don' t get lost | |
The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry | |
In this zombie birdhouse | |
Run, run, run, run like a villain | |
Let the good times roll | |
Run like a villain to save your soul | |
It can' t be done, | |
I already know | |
So I run like a villain to the sugar bowl' | |
Cause who you are nobody knows | |
Who you are nobody knows you | |
Rings on your fingers | |
And bells on your toes |
zuò cí : DuPrey, Pop | |
Big Dick is a thumbsup guy | |
He shot a missile in the sky | |
It functioned just as advertised | |
Until the fire made him cry | |
Look into it later | |
When the dust is clearing off the crater | |
Run like a villain, let the good times roll | |
Run like a villain to the sugar bowl | |
Run like a villain ' cause you can' t adjust | |
To a saccharine suburb in the mush | |
I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
Darker than the tombs of | |
EgyptDumber than the crudest fiction | |
Buried in a melting coffin | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
Tracy got an | |
Afghan pedigreed | |
Prescription shades and designer jeans | |
A Sony Walkman on her head | |
All she wants is to be fed | |
Run, run, run ' cause you' re soft | |
Run, run but don' t get lost | |
The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
The shining moon, the dead oak tree | |
Nights like this appeal to me | |
I' ve got some lovin' arms around me | |
Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry | |
In this zombie birdhouse | |
Run, run, run, run like a villain | |
Let the good times roll | |
Run like a villain to save your soul | |
It can' t be done, | |
I already know | |
So I run like a villain to the sugar bowl' | |
Cause who you are nobody knows | |
Who you are nobody knows you | |
Rings on your fingers | |
And bells on your toes |