歌曲 | Nickel Chrome |
歌手 | Herman Dune |
专辑 | Giant |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Amongst the goods | |
and high explosives | |
men women and children make their way | |
accross the woods | |
where the troll lives | |
who never sees the light of day | |
i'm making my home | |
my little passion pit | |
in the middle of other people's brains | |
nickel, chrome | |
and iron and hit | |
by heat and light and heavy rain | |
there's nothing like the sun | |
there'snothing like the sun | |
trough the window coming in | |
there's nothing like the sun | |
there's nothing like the sun | |
and the sunlight on your skin | |
we drove | |
past the jailhouse | |
past the judgement past the crime | |
along the cove | |
along the giant's eyebrows | |
i wasn't in service at that time | |
i ran on the high wire | |
stayed focused on the pain | |
from the frying pan | |
and into the fire | |
then into rehab and back again | |
refrain | |
i'll quit | |
and make a way | |
i´ll do that on a rainy day | |
i´ll quit | |
i´ll make way | |
but only on a rainy day |
Amongst the goods | |
and high explosives | |
men women and children make their way | |
accross the woods | |
where the troll lives | |
who never sees the light of day | |
i' m making my home | |
my little passion pit | |
in the middle of other people' s brains | |
nickel, chrome | |
and iron and hit | |
by heat and light and heavy rain | |
there' s nothing like the sun | |
there' snothing like the sun | |
trough the window coming in | |
there' s nothing like the sun | |
there' s nothing like the sun | |
and the sunlight on your skin | |
we drove | |
past the jailhouse | |
past the judgement past the crime | |
along the cove | |
along the giant' s eyebrows | |
i wasn' t in service at that time | |
i ran on the high wire | |
stayed focused on the pain | |
from the frying pan | |
and into the fire | |
then into rehab and back again | |
refrain | |
i' ll quit | |
and make a way | |
i ll do that on a rainy day | |
i ll quit | |
i ll make way | |
but only on a rainy day |
Amongst the goods | |
and high explosives | |
men women and children make their way | |
accross the woods | |
where the troll lives | |
who never sees the light of day | |
i' m making my home | |
my little passion pit | |
in the middle of other people' s brains | |
nickel, chrome | |
and iron and hit | |
by heat and light and heavy rain | |
there' s nothing like the sun | |
there' snothing like the sun | |
trough the window coming in | |
there' s nothing like the sun | |
there' s nothing like the sun | |
and the sunlight on your skin | |
we drove | |
past the jailhouse | |
past the judgement past the crime | |
along the cove | |
along the giant' s eyebrows | |
i wasn' t in service at that time | |
i ran on the high wire | |
stayed focused on the pain | |
from the frying pan | |
and into the fire | |
then into rehab and back again | |
refrain | |
i' ll quit | |
and make a way | |
i ll do that on a rainy day | |
i ll quit | |
i ll make way | |
but only on a rainy day |