歌曲 | Psycho Next Door |
歌手 | Jag Panzer |
专辑 | Dissident Alliance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Conca, Jag Panzer | |
Tribal was a tongue known to us well | |
Given by a doctor, a prescription from Hell | |
Little did he know of the growth in my brain | |
Scratching from the inside, driving me, driving me insane | |
Said the nymph on the wall, he has a red eye | |
The trouble is a-brewing, said the mosh is on the way | |
Down on the bayou over toward the lily | |
Sits a homosexual frog looking rather silly | |
Doctor, doctor, where you gonna go | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
Bend over please | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna know | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
Bend over please | |
Strap her to the chair, let's make an affair | |
Pull the hammer of the hour to frazzle her hair | |
She whimpers like a puppy, and her eyes out they pop | |
Imagine my surprise when she asked me to stop | |
Don't we all know bout midnight, nasty Alice tries to score | |
Take her to your dreams, knock her up in the floor | |
Blaming is like lying, not enough going down | |
Got her from the backside, bitch gives birth to a clown | |
So this is my story, a story of living hell | |
Tell it from my brain, deep inside my hell | |
Warden blue, he beats me when his wife doesn't give | |
But the masochistic mother, the one who lets me live |
zuo ci : Conca, Jag Panzer | |
Tribal was a tongue known to us well | |
Given by a doctor, a prescription from Hell | |
Little did he know of the growth in my brain | |
Scratching from the inside, driving me, driving me insane | |
Said the nymph on the wall, he has a red eye | |
The trouble is abrewing, said the mosh is on the way | |
Down on the bayou over toward the lily | |
Sits a homosexual frog looking rather silly | |
Doctor, doctor, where you gonna go | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
Bend over please | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna know | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
Bend over please | |
Strap her to the chair, let' s make an affair | |
Pull the hammer of the hour to frazzle her hair | |
She whimpers like a puppy, and her eyes out they pop | |
Imagine my surprise when she asked me to stop | |
Don' t we all know bout midnight, nasty Alice tries to score | |
Take her to your dreams, knock her up in the floor | |
Blaming is like lying, not enough going down | |
Got her from the backside, bitch gives birth to a clown | |
So this is my story, a story of living hell | |
Tell it from my brain, deep inside my hell | |
Warden blue, he beats me when his wife doesn' t give | |
But the masochistic mother, the one who lets me live |
zuò cí : Conca, Jag Panzer | |
Tribal was a tongue known to us well | |
Given by a doctor, a prescription from Hell | |
Little did he know of the growth in my brain | |
Scratching from the inside, driving me, driving me insane | |
Said the nymph on the wall, he has a red eye | |
The trouble is abrewing, said the mosh is on the way | |
Down on the bayou over toward the lily | |
Sits a homosexual frog looking rather silly | |
Doctor, doctor, where you gonna go | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
Bend over please | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna know | |
Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
Bend over please | |
Strap her to the chair, let' s make an affair | |
Pull the hammer of the hour to frazzle her hair | |
She whimpers like a puppy, and her eyes out they pop | |
Imagine my surprise when she asked me to stop | |
Don' t we all know bout midnight, nasty Alice tries to score | |
Take her to your dreams, knock her up in the floor | |
Blaming is like lying, not enough going down | |
Got her from the backside, bitch gives birth to a clown | |
So this is my story, a story of living hell | |
Tell it from my brain, deep inside my hell | |
Warden blue, he beats me when his wife doesn' t give | |
But the masochistic mother, the one who lets me live |