Blood Of A Young Wolf 歌词
| 歌曲 | Blood Of A Young Wolf |
| 歌手 | Buck 65 |
| 专辑 | Secret House Against The World |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Ten thousand horses, Sable Island, endless summer | |
| Oh my God, I'm hot to steal, beside myself in friendless number | |
| I ain't got no culture or nothing, dirty words but that don't count | |
| Flight attendents, waitresses, superstition - good amount | |
| There's work to do, hell to pay, memories and fingerprints | |
| Calling Papa ignorance | |
| And I don't wanna go (Sick and tired) | |
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| It's an egg and spoon race, slow and steady, desert highway, a bientot | |
| Still I'm stuck, I can't afford it, picture postcard, small memento | |
| Echo, shadow, echo, shadow, sterling silver, burning furnace | |
| Frozen nowhere just to get ahead a friend named deadly earnest | |
| Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my arm | |
| Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax, there's no cause for alarm | |
| Diamond rings and little babies, startlements and miracles | |
| I remember pretty faces so severe and lyrical | |
| I'm talking Amelia Earhart, Neko Case, Frida Kahlo | |
| All alone, the way it should be, I don't even need a shadow | |
| Seeds of wisdom found no purchase, we don't even have a chance | |
| Birthday party armaggeddon, long stemmed roses, avalanche | |
| Broken fingers, going nowhere, fast and screeching to a halt | |
| All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy, it's all my fault | |
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| I don't wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so I'm running | |
| Catching fish and chopping wood, the revolution, slow time coming | |
| I don't know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children | |
| Read your fortune, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims | |
| No more same old song and dance, some good ideas get overplayed | |
| I eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulder blades | |
| See, I'm a man of many problems up against some scary odds | |
| We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods | |
| It doesn't happen overnight, though, never. Still I'm filled with wonder | |
| Lonely like the tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech, goodnight for you, bad night for me | |
| But I still love you lying down, k-i-s-s-i-n-g | |
| Not bad, not bad, not bad at all, I tried your shoes on | |
| Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon | |
| Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl | |
| Get me out of here, I'm drowning, I don't like this modern world | |
| Anti-intellect and marketing, pretty, pretty, who needs talent | |
| Crying eyes, we're so outnumbered, fight for the right to remain silent | |
| What do I know? Who am I? My two left feet, my big dumb face | |
| I'd do the same if I had the chance, cheat the system, rig the race | |
| It's all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat | |
| Don't look back, don't move a muscle, one false move that's all she wrote | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech tech tech |
| zuo ci : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Ten thousand horses, Sable Island, endless summer | |
| Oh my God, I' m hot to steal, beside myself in friendless number | |
| I ain' t got no culture or nothing, dirty words but that don' t count | |
| Flight attendents, waitresses, superstition good amount | |
| There' s work to do, hell to pay, memories and fingerprints | |
| Calling Papa ignorance | |
| And I don' t wanna go Sick and tired | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| It' s an egg and spoon race, slow and steady, desert highway, a bientot | |
| Still I' m stuck, I can' t afford it, picture postcard, small memento | |
| Echo, shadow, echo, shadow, sterling silver, burning furnace | |
| Frozen nowhere just to get ahead a friend named deadly earnest | |
| Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my arm | |
| Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax, there' s no cause for alarm | |
| Diamond rings and little babies, startlements and miracles | |
| I remember pretty faces so severe and lyrical | |
| I' m talking Amelia Earhart, Neko Case, Frida Kahlo | |
| All alone, the way it should be, I don' t even need a shadow | |
| Seeds of wisdom found no purchase, we don' t even have a chance | |
| Birthday party armaggeddon, long stemmed roses, avalanche | |
| Broken fingers, going nowhere, fast and screeching to a halt | |
| All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy, it' s all my fault | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech tech tech | |
| I don' t wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so I' m running | |
| Catching fish and chopping wood, the revolution, slow time coming | |
| I don' t know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children | |
| Read your fortune, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims | |
| No more same old song and dance, some good ideas get overplayed | |
| I eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulder blades | |
| See, I' m a man of many problems up against some scary odds | |
| We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods | |
| It doesn' t happen overnight, though, never. Still I' m filled with wonder | |
| Lonely like the tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech, goodnight for you, bad night for me | |
| But I still love you lying down, kissing | |
| Not bad, not bad, not bad at all, I tried your shoes on | |
| Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon | |
| Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl | |
| Get me out of here, I' m drowning, I don' t like this modern world | |
| Antiintellect and marketing, pretty, pretty, who needs talent | |
| Crying eyes, we' re so outnumbered, fight for the right to remain silent | |
| What do I know? Who am I? My two left feet, my big dumb face | |
| I' d do the same if I had the chance, cheat the system, rig the race | |
| It' s all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat | |
| Don' t look back, don' t move a muscle, one false move that' s all she wrote | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech tech tech |
| zuò cí : Austin, Buck 65, Campbell | |
| Ten thousand horses, Sable Island, endless summer | |
| Oh my God, I' m hot to steal, beside myself in friendless number | |
| I ain' t got no culture or nothing, dirty words but that don' t count | |
| Flight attendents, waitresses, superstition good amount | |
| There' s work to do, hell to pay, memories and fingerprints | |
| Calling Papa ignorance | |
| And I don' t wanna go Sick and tired | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| It' s an egg and spoon race, slow and steady, desert highway, a bientot | |
| Still I' m stuck, I can' t afford it, picture postcard, small memento | |
| Echo, shadow, echo, shadow, sterling silver, burning furnace | |
| Frozen nowhere just to get ahead a friend named deadly earnest | |
| Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my arm | |
| Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax, there' s no cause for alarm | |
| Diamond rings and little babies, startlements and miracles | |
| I remember pretty faces so severe and lyrical | |
| I' m talking Amelia Earhart, Neko Case, Frida Kahlo | |
| All alone, the way it should be, I don' t even need a shadow | |
| Seeds of wisdom found no purchase, we don' t even have a chance | |
| Birthday party armaggeddon, long stemmed roses, avalanche | |
| Broken fingers, going nowhere, fast and screeching to a halt | |
| All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy, it' s all my fault | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech tech tech | |
| I don' t wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so I' m running | |
| Catching fish and chopping wood, the revolution, slow time coming | |
| I don' t know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children | |
| Read your fortune, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims | |
| No more same old song and dance, some good ideas get overplayed | |
| I eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulder blades | |
| See, I' m a man of many problems up against some scary odds | |
| We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods | |
| It doesn' t happen overnight, though, never. Still I' m filled with wonder | |
| Lonely like the tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech, goodnight for you, bad night for me | |
| But I still love you lying down, kissing | |
| Not bad, not bad, not bad at all, I tried your shoes on | |
| Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon | |
| Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl | |
| Get me out of here, I' m drowning, I don' t like this modern world | |
| Antiintellect and marketing, pretty, pretty, who needs talent | |
| Crying eyes, we' re so outnumbered, fight for the right to remain silent | |
| What do I know? Who am I? My two left feet, my big dumb face | |
| I' d do the same if I had the chance, cheat the system, rig the race | |
| It' s all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat | |
| Don' t look back, don' t move a muscle, one false move that' s all she wrote | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech | |
| Zoom kick persuasion tech tech tech |
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