My Name Is Strange Lyrics
| Song | My Name Is Strange |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | Personal Journals |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : AOI, Francis | |
| Rollin' on some lonesome highway, | |
| East of Omaha | |
| You can listen to the engine rolling out as one long song | |
| You can think about the woman | |
| Or the whore you mongered the night before (I'm really feelin' those lighters) | |
| Sometimes you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can | |
| All the same old cliches, "Is that Sage or Xaul Xan?" | |
| And you'll always feel outnumbered when you go to the | |
| Scribble Jam | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh | |
| Say here I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, | |
| I'm playing a star again | |
| Here I go, | |
| My Name Is | |
| Strange (This is the real motherfucking deal y'all, I'm really feelin' those lighters) | |
| When you walk into the restaurant, strung out from the road | |
| You can feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold | |
| You pretend it doesn't bother you when they ask if they can download | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah | |
| Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed | |
| With the echo from the amplifiers ringin' in your head | |
| You smoke the days last emcee, ridiculing what he said | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh | |
| Say here I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, | |
| I'm playing a star again | |
| Here I go, | |
| My Name Is | |
| Strange I said here | |
| I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, | |
| I'm up on the stage | |
| And I say here | |
| I go, I'm playing a star again | |
| Here I go, here | |
| I go Peace, respect, we outa here |
| zuo qu : AOI, Francis | |
| Rollin' on some lonesome highway, | |
| East of Omaha | |
| You can listen to the engine rolling out as one long song | |
| You can think about the woman | |
| Or the whore you mongered the night before I' m really feelin' those lighters | |
| Sometimes you can' t hear ' em talk, other times you can | |
| All the same old cliches, " Is that Sage or Xaul Xan?" | |
| And you' ll always feel outnumbered when you go to the | |
| Scribble Jam | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh | |
| Say here I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, | |
| I' m playing a star again | |
| Here I go, | |
| My Name Is | |
| Strange This is the real motherfucking deal y' all, I' m really feelin' those lighters | |
| When you walk into the restaurant, strung out from the road | |
| You can feel the eyes upon you, as you' re shakin' off the cold | |
| You pretend it doesn' t bother you when they ask if they can download | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah | |
| Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed | |
| With the echo from the amplifiers ringin' in your head | |
| You smoke the days last emcee, ridiculing what he said | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh | |
| Say here I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, | |
| I' m playing a star again | |
| Here I go, | |
| My Name Is | |
| Strange I said here | |
| I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, | |
| I' m up on the stage | |
| And I say here | |
| I go, I' m playing a star again | |
| Here I go, here | |
| I go Peace, respect, we outa here |
| zuò qǔ : AOI, Francis | |
| Rollin' on some lonesome highway, | |
| East of Omaha | |
| You can listen to the engine rolling out as one long song | |
| You can think about the woman | |
| Or the whore you mongered the night before I' m really feelin' those lighters | |
| Sometimes you can' t hear ' em talk, other times you can | |
| All the same old cliches, " Is that Sage or Xaul Xan?" | |
| And you' ll always feel outnumbered when you go to the | |
| Scribble Jam | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh | |
| Say here I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, | |
| I' m playing a star again | |
| Here I go, | |
| My Name Is | |
| Strange This is the real motherfucking deal y' all, I' m really feelin' those lighters | |
| When you walk into the restaurant, strung out from the road | |
| You can feel the eyes upon you, as you' re shakin' off the cold | |
| You pretend it doesn' t bother you when they ask if they can download | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah | |
| Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed | |
| With the echo from the amplifiers ringin' in your head | |
| You smoke the days last emcee, ridiculing what he said | |
| Uh, ah, uh, uh, ah, uh, ah, uh | |
| Say here I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, up on the stage | |
| Here I go, | |
| I' m playing a star again | |
| Here I go, | |
| My Name Is | |
| Strange I said here | |
| I am, on the road again | |
| Here I am, | |
| I' m up on the stage | |
| And I say here | |
| I go, I' m playing a star again | |
| Here I go, here | |
| I go Peace, respect, we outa here |
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