歌曲 | Solo Adultos |
歌手 | Marc Almond |
专辑 | Vermin in Ermine |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Almond | |
The cops had the boys | |
Up against the car | |
Down santa monica boulevard | |
Baby food for the rich and sick | |
Thank la for spawning it | |
High pile hair | |
Low slung breasts | |
The big hung boy | |
The deep cut dress | |
Ran a chicken ranch | |
For a guy named tex | |
Didn't know who tex | |
Would bring home next | |
One from a slum | |
One who was a bum | |
One on the run | |
And somebody's son | |
One whose mother was in on the kick | |
Baby food for the rich and sick | |
There's cops at the hatch | |
But she doesn't even hear | |
She's too busy practising santeria | |
Oh chango chango | |
Oh chango chango | |
Chango chango won't you bring me luck | |
Plenty of money | |
Oh yes! and a little bit of love | |
Trussed up tight | |
On a mattress of thorns | |
Four limbs tied to the corner of the bed | |
Mummy's goodbyes ringing in my head | |
Mummy's goodbyes ringing in my head | |
Goodbye, goodbye | |
There's someone at the till | |
And someone at the tools | |
Hot brand iron | |
And a collar of steel | |
Somebody put my name on a runaway list | |
I never thought i'd get caught like this | |
She's down below at a coconut shrine | |
Cryin' chango chango won't you bring me a man | |
A man who is clean | |
Who never acts mean | |
And you know where he's been | |
Someone from a dream that is | |
Someone who'll take me away from here | |
Me! the finest madame in mexico city | |
Being den mother in a nursery | |
I'd like to put them out of their misery | |
But a gun to the temple don't seem like me | |
I'd like to put them out of their misery | |
But a gun to the temple don't seem like me |
zuo ci : Almond | |
The cops had the boys | |
Up against the car | |
Down santa monica boulevard | |
Baby food for the rich and sick | |
Thank la for spawning it | |
High pile hair | |
Low slung breasts | |
The big hung boy | |
The deep cut dress | |
Ran a chicken ranch | |
For a guy named tex | |
Didn' t know who tex | |
Would bring home next | |
One from a slum | |
One who was a bum | |
One on the run | |
And somebody' s son | |
One whose mother was in on the kick | |
Baby food for the rich and sick | |
There' s cops at the hatch | |
But she doesn' t even hear | |
She' s too busy practising santeria | |
Oh chango chango | |
Oh chango chango | |
Chango chango won' t you bring me luck | |
Plenty of money | |
Oh yes! and a little bit of love | |
Trussed up tight | |
On a mattress of thorns | |
Four limbs tied to the corner of the bed | |
Mummy' s goodbyes ringing in my head | |
Mummy' s goodbyes ringing in my head | |
Goodbye, goodbye | |
There' s someone at the till | |
And someone at the tools | |
Hot brand iron | |
And a collar of steel | |
Somebody put my name on a runaway list | |
I never thought i' d get caught like this | |
She' s down below at a coconut shrine | |
Cryin' chango chango won' t you bring me a man | |
A man who is clean | |
Who never acts mean | |
And you know where he' s been | |
Someone from a dream that is | |
Someone who' ll take me away from here | |
Me! the finest madame in mexico city | |
Being den mother in a nursery | |
I' d like to put them out of their misery | |
But a gun to the temple don' t seem like me | |
I' d like to put them out of their misery | |
But a gun to the temple don' t seem like me |
zuò cí : Almond | |
The cops had the boys | |
Up against the car | |
Down santa monica boulevard | |
Baby food for the rich and sick | |
Thank la for spawning it | |
High pile hair | |
Low slung breasts | |
The big hung boy | |
The deep cut dress | |
Ran a chicken ranch | |
For a guy named tex | |
Didn' t know who tex | |
Would bring home next | |
One from a slum | |
One who was a bum | |
One on the run | |
And somebody' s son | |
One whose mother was in on the kick | |
Baby food for the rich and sick | |
There' s cops at the hatch | |
But she doesn' t even hear | |
She' s too busy practising santeria | |
Oh chango chango | |
Oh chango chango | |
Chango chango won' t you bring me luck | |
Plenty of money | |
Oh yes! and a little bit of love | |
Trussed up tight | |
On a mattress of thorns | |
Four limbs tied to the corner of the bed | |
Mummy' s goodbyes ringing in my head | |
Mummy' s goodbyes ringing in my head | |
Goodbye, goodbye | |
There' s someone at the till | |
And someone at the tools | |
Hot brand iron | |
And a collar of steel | |
Somebody put my name on a runaway list | |
I never thought i' d get caught like this | |
She' s down below at a coconut shrine | |
Cryin' chango chango won' t you bring me a man | |
A man who is clean | |
Who never acts mean | |
And you know where he' s been | |
Someone from a dream that is | |
Someone who' ll take me away from here | |
Me! the finest madame in mexico city | |
Being den mother in a nursery | |
I' d like to put them out of their misery | |
But a gun to the temple don' t seem like me | |
I' d like to put them out of their misery | |
But a gun to the temple don' t seem like me |