Song | P.S.Y. |
Artist | Butthole Surfers |
Album | Pioughd |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Butthole Surfers | |
Here we go.... | |
Here we go.... | |
All I see inside my head | |
is (Gentle silent secret snow) | |
with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know. | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day | |
Nikki was in the KKK | |
and Lisa was a Nazi too | |
they both had half a brain | |
so together they were sane | |
and looked about as smart as their shoes | |
Now Nikki got word through the underground | |
that Mona was Lisa's real name | |
She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck | |
That's about all she could (gain) | |
I'm still sleepin' in | |
The graveyard is weepin' | |
They're catching angels as they fall | |
I know you don't believe it | |
but she really should believe it | |
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
(I don't believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L.A.) | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day | |
Nikki never wanted any children at all | |
and Terry was Courtney's little girl | |
she turned tricks in a white trash mall | |
and shot dope with Cecil at home | |
she wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun | |
she held it right up to his head | |
his glasses fell at first | |
but they were followed by a burst | |
of fiery hot balls of lead | |
Time's still sleepin' in | |
The graveyard is weepin' | |
they're catching angels as they fall | |
I know you don't believe it | |
but I really should be leaving | |
she fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
(Maybe out (in Pleasant Grove)) | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day |
zuo ci : Butthole Surfers | |
Here we go.... | |
Here we go.... | |
All I see inside my head | |
is Gentle silent secret snow | |
with shifting walls of blinding light, I' ll have you know. | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day | |
Nikki was in the KKK | |
and Lisa was a Nazi too | |
they both had half a brain | |
so together they were sane | |
and looked about as smart as their shoes | |
Now Nikki got word through the underground | |
that Mona was Lisa' s real name | |
She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck | |
That' s about all she could gain | |
I' m still sleepin' in | |
The graveyard is weepin' | |
They' re catching angels as they fall | |
I know you don' t believe it | |
but she really should believe it | |
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
I don' t believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L. A. | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day | |
Nikki never wanted any children at all | |
and Terry was Courtney' s little girl | |
she turned tricks in a white trash mall | |
and shot dope with Cecil at home | |
she wanted to have fun with her daddy' s shotgun | |
she held it right up to his head | |
his glasses fell at first | |
but they were followed by a burst | |
of fiery hot balls of lead | |
Time' s still sleepin' in | |
The graveyard is weepin' | |
they' re catching angels as they fall | |
I know you don' t believe it | |
but I really should be leaving | |
she fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
Maybe out in Pleasant Grove | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day |
zuò cí : Butthole Surfers | |
Here we go.... | |
Here we go.... | |
All I see inside my head | |
is Gentle silent secret snow | |
with shifting walls of blinding light, I' ll have you know. | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day | |
Nikki was in the KKK | |
and Lisa was a Nazi too | |
they both had half a brain | |
so together they were sane | |
and looked about as smart as their shoes | |
Now Nikki got word through the underground | |
that Mona was Lisa' s real name | |
She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck | |
That' s about all she could gain | |
I' m still sleepin' in | |
The graveyard is weepin' | |
They' re catching angels as they fall | |
I know you don' t believe it | |
but she really should believe it | |
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
I don' t believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L. A. | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day | |
Nikki never wanted any children at all | |
and Terry was Courtney' s little girl | |
she turned tricks in a white trash mall | |
and shot dope with Cecil at home | |
she wanted to have fun with her daddy' s shotgun | |
she held it right up to his head | |
his glasses fell at first | |
but they were followed by a burst | |
of fiery hot balls of lead | |
Time' s still sleepin' in | |
The graveyard is weepin' | |
they' re catching angels as they fall | |
I know you don' t believe it | |
but I really should be leaving | |
she fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
Maybe out in Pleasant Grove | |
No one would believe that she was running away | |
she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
the very next day |