| 歌曲 | He's The Brat |
| 歌手 | Adam Green |
| 专辑 | Gemstones |
| 作曲 : Green | |
| He's the brat with the sterilized pitchfork, he's the singer of the Beachwood Sparks. | |
| He's a dreamy, kind-of-cheesy companion piece who wants to show me where the healing starts. | |
| Beauty is evil, immaculate evil, don't you think? But I'm lost in the flames of a grand explosion, stumbling in the neon groves. | |
| Ladies flock to the overnight discos, slamming vodka tonics down their throats, | |
| While your older brother's company's publicist is sliding off his mama's pantyhose. | |
| Beauty is evil, immaculate evil, don't you think? But I'm mopping up stains from a blood transfusion, stumbling in the neon groves. | |
| Oh, the pleasures of the morning are simple, but the treasures are the sweetest I've known. | |
| Oh, I'm just so excited to look through my new eyes -- the needles are covered with snow. | |
| So take me down to the winterland bombshell factory; you can hear the mermaids groan, | |
| On the double-breasted coconut seashell, half-wrecked bus to Yankee Stadium. | |
| Beauty is evil, I like to be evil, can't you see? But I'm lost in the flames of a grand explosion, stumbling in the neon groves. |
| zuò qǔ : Green | |
| He' s the brat with the sterilized pitchfork, he' s the singer of the Beachwood Sparks. | |
| He' s a dreamy, kindofcheesy companion piece who wants to show me where the healing starts. | |
| Beauty is evil, immaculate evil, don' t you think? But I' m lost in the flames of a grand explosion, stumbling in the neon groves. | |
| Ladies flock to the overnight discos, slamming vodka tonics down their throats, | |
| While your older brother' s company' s publicist is sliding off his mama' s pantyhose. | |
| Beauty is evil, immaculate evil, don' t you think? But I' m mopping up stains from a blood transfusion, stumbling in the neon groves. | |
| Oh, the pleasures of the morning are simple, but the treasures are the sweetest I' ve known. | |
| Oh, I' m just so excited to look through my new eyes the needles are covered with snow. | |
| So take me down to the winterland bombshell factory you can hear the mermaids groan, | |
| On the doublebreasted coconut seashell, halfwrecked bus to Yankee Stadium. | |
| Beauty is evil, I like to be evil, can' t you see? But I' m lost in the flames of a grand explosion, stumbling in the neon groves. |