Song | G.O.P. |
Artist | Beth Hart |
Album | Screamin' for My Supper |
作曲 : Hart | |
silver blue hair & a cane in her hand | |
living to die in the promised land | |
handing out flyers for the coming of Christ | |
she says raise from the fire for eternal life | |
or they'll | |
take your mind & they'll strip your faith | |
& they'll starve you with nothin' that you already ate | |
& they'll compliment just to break you down | |
Spin you in circles runnin' round & round | |
Good Ole People live | |
Good Ole People | |
coke bottle glasses & a smile on his face | |
He stands on the corner screamin' don't mix the race | |
commanding all the children to confess all their sins | |
then he beats his wife with a bottle of Gin | |
& they'll | |
whip your mind just to strip your faith | |
counterfeit people comin' to dominate | |
& they'll get you high just to greet you down | |
Spin you in circles movin' round & round | |
Good Ole People live | |
Good Ole People give | |
But Good Ole People can't drive | |
& maybe that's why Good Ole People die |
zuò qǔ : Hart | |
silver blue hair a cane in her hand | |
living to die in the promised land | |
handing out flyers for the coming of Christ | |
she says raise from the fire for eternal life | |
or they' ll | |
take your mind they' ll strip your faith | |
they' ll starve you with nothin' that you already ate | |
they' ll compliment just to break you down | |
Spin you in circles runnin' round round | |
Good Ole People live | |
Good Ole People | |
coke bottle glasses a smile on his face | |
He stands on the corner screamin' don' t mix the race | |
commanding all the children to confess all their sins | |
then he beats his wife with a bottle of Gin | |
they' ll | |
whip your mind just to strip your faith | |
counterfeit people comin' to dominate | |
they' ll get you high just to greet you down | |
Spin you in circles movin' round round | |
Good Ole People live | |
Good Ole People give | |
But Good Ole People can' t drive | |
maybe that' s why Good Ole People die |