作曲 : Watts, White | |
I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
The mutton and the ham | |
My table's broke not turning | |
My skin is crawling burning | |
And though | |
I stand for nothing | |
I will fall for anything | |
Tequila, a little more lime | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
Absolved in absinthes | |
I My crippled crew in carnage cry | |
One more drink or surely die | |
Now steer me through that needle's eye | |
And then sit on the shit and shat on | |
And broke apart for the broken | |
And Satan begs to save us | |
As Jesus cannot please us | |
Salvation turns to degradation | |
Fill the rig, feel the dig | |
Inebriate me one more time | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
My steak filled slut likes little mouths | |
Spouts sticky stained pornography | |
To force my bruised and aching head | |
To suck both barrels and the lead | |
My sweet assassin superdog | |
Whose little tail will wag this hog | |
And roll me over one more time | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
The mutton and the ham | |
My table's broke not turning | |
My skin is crawling burning | |
And though | |
I stand for nothing | |
I will fall for anything | |
Tequila, a little more lime | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive |
zuo qu : Watts, White | |
I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
The mutton and the ham | |
My table' s broke not turning | |
My skin is crawling burning | |
And though | |
I stand for nothing | |
I will fall for anything | |
Tequila, a little more lime | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
Absolved in absinthes | |
I My crippled crew in carnage cry | |
One more drink or surely die | |
Now steer me through that needle' s eye | |
And then sit on the shit and shat on | |
And broke apart for the broken | |
And Satan begs to save us | |
As Jesus cannot please us | |
Salvation turns to degradation | |
Fill the rig, feel the dig | |
Inebriate me one more time | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
My steak filled slut likes little mouths | |
Spouts sticky stained pornography | |
To force my bruised and aching head | |
To suck both barrels and the lead | |
My sweet assassin superdog | |
Whose little tail will wag this hog | |
And roll me over one more time | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
The mutton and the ham | |
My table' s broke not turning | |
My skin is crawling burning | |
And though | |
I stand for nothing | |
I will fall for anything | |
Tequila, a little more lime | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive |
zuò qǔ : Watts, White | |
I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
The mutton and the ham | |
My table' s broke not turning | |
My skin is crawling burning | |
And though | |
I stand for nothing | |
I will fall for anything | |
Tequila, a little more lime | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
Absolved in absinthes | |
I My crippled crew in carnage cry | |
One more drink or surely die | |
Now steer me through that needle' s eye | |
And then sit on the shit and shat on | |
And broke apart for the broken | |
And Satan begs to save us | |
As Jesus cannot please us | |
Salvation turns to degradation | |
Fill the rig, feel the dig | |
Inebriate me one more time | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
My steak filled slut likes little mouths | |
Spouts sticky stained pornography | |
To force my bruised and aching head | |
To suck both barrels and the lead | |
My sweet assassin superdog | |
Whose little tail will wag this hog | |
And roll me over one more time | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
The mutton and the ham | |
My table' s broke not turning | |
My skin is crawling burning | |
And though | |
I stand for nothing | |
I will fall for anything | |
Tequila, a little more lime | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
No one gets out of her alive |