歌曲 | Run Rudy Run |
歌手 | The Toasters |
专辑 | Skaboom |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hingley | |
Off into the orient on the road towards the heat | |
With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east | |
Straight ways don't run sideways running off towards the sun | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town | |
Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy job job sound | |
The clubs have turned their banters on the drunken lawless crowd | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold | |
We push for radio city reach our drat and nasty goal | |
Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Silence in the city on the night before the crash | |
The cops have sold their holdings in the diamond ? bash | |
The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass | |
Nothing from your logic clock |
zuo ci : Hingley | |
Off into the orient on the road towards the heat | |
With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east | |
Straight ways don' t run sideways running off towards the sun | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town | |
Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy job job sound | |
The clubs have turned their banters on the drunken lawless crowd | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold | |
We push for radio city reach our drat and nasty goal | |
Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Silence in the city on the night before the crash | |
The cops have sold their holdings in the diamond nbsp? bash | |
The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass | |
Nothing from your logic clock |
zuò cí : Hingley | |
Off into the orient on the road towards the heat | |
With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east | |
Straight ways don' t run sideways running off towards the sun | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Run Rudy run | |
Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town | |
Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy job job sound | |
The clubs have turned their banters on the drunken lawless crowd | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold | |
We push for radio city reach our drat and nasty goal | |
Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old | |
You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
Silence in the city on the night before the crash | |
The cops have sold their holdings in the diamond nbsp? bash | |
The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass | |
Nothing from your logic clock |