歌曲 | Bloodhounds on My Trail |
歌手 | The Black Angels |
专辑 | Passover |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : The Black Angels | |
作词 : The Black Angels | |
Standing on the front porch, looking left and looking right. | |
The bloodhounds out to get me, | |
I already feel the bite. | |
The rules of the road state, to hate those who hate. | |
Sleeping in wet coffins, frozen warnings melt away. | |
But you say no to me, just quit saying no to me. | |
Just stop saying no to me, 500 times a day see, ohohh ooohhone two three! | |
The billboards on the highway, are the prophets of today. | |
The roadkill speaks in poems through ads and through campaigns. | |
The warden has his rifle, and the sniper's like an owl. | |
I'm hiding in the tall grass with | |
God and Vernon | |
Howell.But you say no to me, yes, you say no to me. | |
Just quit saying no to me, 500 times a day see, ohohhh ooohh |
zuo qu : The Black Angels | |
zuo ci : The Black Angels | |
Standing on the front porch, looking left and looking right. | |
The bloodhounds out to get me, | |
I already feel the bite. | |
The rules of the road state, to hate those who hate. | |
Sleeping in wet coffins, frozen warnings melt away. | |
But you say no to me, just quit saying no to me. | |
Just stop saying no to me, 500 times a day see, ohohh ooohhone two three! | |
The billboards on the highway, are the prophets of today. | |
The roadkill speaks in poems through ads and through campaigns. | |
The warden has his rifle, and the sniper' s like an owl. | |
I' m hiding in the tall grass with | |
God and Vernon | |
Howell. But you say no to me, yes, you say no to me. | |
Just quit saying no to me, 500 times a day see, ohohhh ooohh |
zuò qǔ : The Black Angels | |
zuò cí : The Black Angels | |
Standing on the front porch, looking left and looking right. | |
The bloodhounds out to get me, | |
I already feel the bite. | |
The rules of the road state, to hate those who hate. | |
Sleeping in wet coffins, frozen warnings melt away. | |
But you say no to me, just quit saying no to me. | |
Just stop saying no to me, 500 times a day see, ohohh ooohhone two three! | |
The billboards on the highway, are the prophets of today. | |
The roadkill speaks in poems through ads and through campaigns. | |
The warden has his rifle, and the sniper' s like an owl. | |
I' m hiding in the tall grass with | |
God and Vernon | |
Howell. But you say no to me, yes, you say no to me. | |
Just quit saying no to me, 500 times a day see, ohohhh ooohh |