| 作词 : Momus | |
| Crooked smiles, mongol eyes and a toothless grin | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| His bowels and bladder uncontrolled | |
| Sitting astride a throne of nappies | |
| As though his shit were made of gold | |
| As though a cherub on a fountain | |
| He suckles breasts as big as mountains | |
| Then pisses freely on the women | |
| Who so lovingly surround him | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| The bald and dribbling little git | |
| The polymorphous little pervert | |
| In every orifice a fluid | |
| Born in a filthy burst of semen | |
| Some tosser planted in a woman | |
| The spitting image of a tosspot | |
| Let us assassinate the despot! | |
| And if you cooing mothers should come cooing around me | |
| Will you be ready for the struggle, the struggle to be free | |
| From the instincts of your gender, from your social role as mothers | |
| When I execute your tyrant will you claim me as your saviour | |
| Or simply tear a traitor limb from limb | |
| Fuck my imbecile brother, then begin again? | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| In my pathetic jealousy | |
| I hear the voices of the ladies | |
| Demanding what he's done to me? | |
| This bastard's shitting on my shirt | |
| I'm deep in excrement and dirt | |
| I demand a revolution! | |
| I demand an execution! | |
| I'm well versed in fencing, playing the lute, and rhetoric | |
| I am toilet trained and elegant, an effervescent wit | |
| But the girls prefer the company of a balding little pisser | |
| It is mothers who make men misogynists | |
| They could have kissed me, they chose to kiss | |
| A stupid, stinky little pool of piss | |
| I hate you, imbecilic women | |
| Who gawp around His Majesty | |
| Don't you know he'll grow up, God willing | |
| A twisted little shit like me? | |
| I tossed him off one day at lunchbreak | |
| One human life is not that difficult to make | |
| Let us assassinate this despot! | |
| His Imperial Majesty the tosspot | |
| O King, now you have reached the Age of Reason | |
| The facts of life are laced with treason | |
| There is going to be a sudden palace coup | |
| And my new mistress, Madame Guillotine, will soon be nursing you ..... | |
| Crooked smiles from toothless gums | |
| A grating voice and a stinky bum | |
| Mongol eyes and a toothless grin | |
| The king is naked - let's do him in! | |
| It's time to rise up free from tyranny | |
| Wouldn't you rather be with me? | |
| I'll show you, ladies, LIFE | |
| And its imperial majesty |
| zuo ci : Momus | |
| Crooked smiles, mongol eyes and a toothless grin | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| His bowels and bladder uncontrolled | |
| Sitting astride a throne of nappies | |
| As though his shit were made of gold | |
| As though a cherub on a fountain | |
| He suckles breasts as big as mountains | |
| Then pisses freely on the women | |
| Who so lovingly surround him | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| The bald and dribbling little git | |
| The polymorphous little pervert | |
| In every orifice a fluid | |
| Born in a filthy burst of semen | |
| Some tosser planted in a woman | |
| The spitting image of a tosspot | |
| Let us assassinate the despot! | |
| And if you cooing mothers should come cooing around me | |
| Will you be ready for the struggle, the struggle to be free | |
| From the instincts of your gender, from your social role as mothers | |
| When I execute your tyrant will you claim me as your saviour | |
| Or simply tear a traitor limb from limb | |
| Fuck my imbecile brother, then begin again? | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| In my pathetic jealousy | |
| I hear the voices of the ladies | |
| Demanding what he' s done to me? | |
| This bastard' s shitting on my shirt | |
| I' m deep in excrement and dirt | |
| I demand a revolution! | |
| I demand an execution! | |
| I' m well versed in fencing, playing the lute, and rhetoric | |
| I am toilet trained and elegant, an effervescent wit | |
| But the girls prefer the company of a balding little pisser | |
| It is mothers who make men misogynists | |
| They could have kissed me, they chose to kiss | |
| A stupid, stinky little pool of piss | |
| I hate you, imbecilic women | |
| Who gawp around His Majesty | |
| Don' t you know he' ll grow up, God willing | |
| A twisted little shit like me? | |
| I tossed him off one day at lunchbreak | |
| One human life is not that difficult to make | |
| Let us assassinate this despot! | |
| His Imperial Majesty the tosspot | |
| O King, now you have reached the Age of Reason | |
| The facts of life are laced with treason | |
| There is going to be a sudden palace coup | |
| And my new mistress, Madame Guillotine, will soon be nursing you ..... | |
| Crooked smiles from toothless gums | |
| A grating voice and a stinky bum | |
| Mongol eyes and a toothless grin | |
| The king is naked let' s do him in! | |
| It' s time to rise up free from tyranny | |
| Wouldn' t you rather be with me? | |
| I' ll show you, ladies, LIFE | |
| And its imperial majesty |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| Crooked smiles, mongol eyes and a toothless grin | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| His bowels and bladder uncontrolled | |
| Sitting astride a throne of nappies | |
| As though his shit were made of gold | |
| As though a cherub on a fountain | |
| He suckles breasts as big as mountains | |
| Then pisses freely on the women | |
| Who so lovingly surround him | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| The bald and dribbling little git | |
| The polymorphous little pervert | |
| In every orifice a fluid | |
| Born in a filthy burst of semen | |
| Some tosser planted in a woman | |
| The spitting image of a tosspot | |
| Let us assassinate the despot! | |
| And if you cooing mothers should come cooing around me | |
| Will you be ready for the struggle, the struggle to be free | |
| From the instincts of your gender, from your social role as mothers | |
| When I execute your tyrant will you claim me as your saviour | |
| Or simply tear a traitor limb from limb | |
| Fuck my imbecile brother, then begin again? | |
| I hate his majesty the baby | |
| In my pathetic jealousy | |
| I hear the voices of the ladies | |
| Demanding what he' s done to me? | |
| This bastard' s shitting on my shirt | |
| I' m deep in excrement and dirt | |
| I demand a revolution! | |
| I demand an execution! | |
| I' m well versed in fencing, playing the lute, and rhetoric | |
| I am toilet trained and elegant, an effervescent wit | |
| But the girls prefer the company of a balding little pisser | |
| It is mothers who make men misogynists | |
| They could have kissed me, they chose to kiss | |
| A stupid, stinky little pool of piss | |
| I hate you, imbecilic women | |
| Who gawp around His Majesty | |
| Don' t you know he' ll grow up, God willing | |
| A twisted little shit like me? | |
| I tossed him off one day at lunchbreak | |
| One human life is not that difficult to make | |
| Let us assassinate this despot! | |
| His Imperial Majesty the tosspot | |
| O King, now you have reached the Age of Reason | |
| The facts of life are laced with treason | |
| There is going to be a sudden palace coup | |
| And my new mistress, Madame Guillotine, will soon be nursing you ..... | |
| Crooked smiles from toothless gums | |
| A grating voice and a stinky bum | |
| Mongol eyes and a toothless grin | |
| The king is naked let' s do him in! | |
| It' s time to rise up free from tyranny | |
| Wouldn' t you rather be with me? | |
| I' ll show you, ladies, LIFE | |
| And its imperial majesty |
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