歌曲 | Crazed Institution |
歌手 | Jethro Tull |
专辑 | Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young to Die! |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
Just a little touch of make-up, just a little touch of bull | |
Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul | |
You can wear a gold | |
Piaget on your semaphore wrist | |
You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist | |
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
Be the man that you think you really are(Know) | |
Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh | |
As your agent scores another front page photograph | |
Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo | |
Awaiting someone else to pull the chain | |
Well, grab the old bog-handle, hold your breath and light a candle | |
Clear your throat and pray for rain | |
To irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain | |
Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains | |
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
Be the man that you think you really are(Know) |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
Just a little touch of makeup, just a little touch of bull | |
Just a little 3chord trick embedded in your platform soul | |
You can wear a gold | |
Piaget on your semaphore wrist | |
You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist | |
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
Be the man that you think you really are Know | |
Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh | |
As your agent scores another front page photograph | |
Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo | |
Awaiting someone else to pull the chain | |
Well, grab the old boghandle, hold your breath and light a candle | |
Clear your throat and pray for rain | |
To irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain | |
Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains | |
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
Be the man that you think you really are Know |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
Just a little touch of makeup, just a little touch of bull | |
Just a little 3chord trick embedded in your platform soul | |
You can wear a gold | |
Piaget on your semaphore wrist | |
You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist | |
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
Be the man that you think you really are Know | |
Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh | |
As your agent scores another front page photograph | |
Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo | |
Awaiting someone else to pull the chain | |
Well, grab the old boghandle, hold your breath and light a candle | |
Clear your throat and pray for rain | |
To irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain | |
Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains | |
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
Be the man that you think you really are Know |