歌曲 | Bad Blood Better |
歌手 | Bob Mould |
专辑 | Life And Times |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mould | |
Early cloudy | |
Sunday morning | |
A somber letter | |
I did write | |
To let you know the status of this | |
Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard | |
You deny that there's a problem | |
You left your hand print on my face | |
You sent an instant message | |
With the hardest of intentions | |
My will imposed on you | |
You flail and crack my skull | |
All thoughts flood to the floor | |
Bad blood better no blood at all | |
Used me up without permission | |
The taste of last night's sex in my mouth | |
My breath is blood and sweat | |
Choking like a tourniquet | |
Soulless feeling deep desire | |
Destructive answer and call | |
Break me, break me over and over | |
Bad blood better no blood at all | |
****ed up in my own head | |
Cross myself and hope to god | |
I die happy | |
Making my escape as quiet as | |
I canI'm leaving you now | |
I contemplate the situation | |
And pray for change upon my fate | |
Something tells me it ain't changing |
zuo qu : Mould | |
Early cloudy | |
Sunday morning | |
A somber letter | |
I did write | |
To let you know the status of this | |
Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard | |
You deny that there' s a problem | |
You left your hand print on my face | |
You sent an instant message | |
With the hardest of intentions | |
My will imposed on you | |
You flail and crack my skull | |
All thoughts flood to the floor | |
Bad blood better no blood at all | |
Used me up without permission | |
The taste of last night' s sex in my mouth | |
My breath is blood and sweat | |
Choking like a tourniquet | |
Soulless feeling deep desire | |
Destructive answer and call | |
Break me, break me over and over | |
Bad blood better no blood at all | |
ed up in my own head | |
Cross myself and hope to god | |
I die happy | |
Making my escape as quiet as | |
I canI' m leaving you now | |
I contemplate the situation | |
And pray for change upon my fate | |
Something tells me it ain' t changing |
zuò qǔ : Mould | |
Early cloudy | |
Sunday morning | |
A somber letter | |
I did write | |
To let you know the status of this | |
Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard | |
You deny that there' s a problem | |
You left your hand print on my face | |
You sent an instant message | |
With the hardest of intentions | |
My will imposed on you | |
You flail and crack my skull | |
All thoughts flood to the floor | |
Bad blood better no blood at all | |
Used me up without permission | |
The taste of last night' s sex in my mouth | |
My breath is blood and sweat | |
Choking like a tourniquet | |
Soulless feeling deep desire | |
Destructive answer and call | |
Break me, break me over and over | |
Bad blood better no blood at all | |
ed up in my own head | |
Cross myself and hope to god | |
I die happy | |
Making my escape as quiet as | |
I canI' m leaving you now | |
I contemplate the situation | |
And pray for change upon my fate | |
Something tells me it ain' t changing |