歌曲 | Here Come The Romans |
歌手 | Cherry Ghost |
专辑 | Thirst For Romance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Aldred, Parsons, Rhodes | |
World without sound | |
Can't you keep the noise down | |
'Else you gonna make the baby cry | |
Over split blood | |
Heavens anyone would | |
Think you had an axe to grind | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they're climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we're tired and we wanna go | |
Home | |
Hide the swag bag | |
Quick before the tongues wag | |
Cross your heart and claim a noble cause | |
Quote the scriptures | |
Paint your pretty pictures | |
Fleece them with your filthy paws | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they're climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we're tired and we wanna go | |
Home | |
Bad news spread fast and they're spreading, | |
They're spreading like a chip pan fire | |
We must confess | |
We ain't progressed | |
Since Elvis has left the building a mess | |
World without sound | |
Can't you keep the noise down | |
'Else you gonna make the baby cry | |
Over split blood | |
Heavens anyone would | |
Think you had an axe to grind | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they're climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we're tired and we wanna go | |
Home |
zuo qu : Aldred, Parsons, Rhodes | |
World without sound | |
Can' t you keep the noise down | |
' Else you gonna make the baby cry | |
Over split blood | |
Heavens anyone would | |
Think you had an axe to grind | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they' re climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we' re tired and we wanna go | |
Home | |
Hide the swag bag | |
Quick before the tongues wag | |
Cross your heart and claim a noble cause | |
Quote the scriptures | |
Paint your pretty pictures | |
Fleece them with your filthy paws | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they' re climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we' re tired and we wanna go | |
Home | |
Bad news spread fast and they' re spreading, | |
They' re spreading like a chip pan fire | |
We must confess | |
We ain' t progressed | |
Since Elvis has left the building a mess | |
World without sound | |
Can' t you keep the noise down | |
' Else you gonna make the baby cry | |
Over split blood | |
Heavens anyone would | |
Think you had an axe to grind | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they' re climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we' re tired and we wanna go | |
Home |
zuò qǔ : Aldred, Parsons, Rhodes | |
World without sound | |
Can' t you keep the noise down | |
' Else you gonna make the baby cry | |
Over split blood | |
Heavens anyone would | |
Think you had an axe to grind | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they' re climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we' re tired and we wanna go | |
Home | |
Hide the swag bag | |
Quick before the tongues wag | |
Cross your heart and claim a noble cause | |
Quote the scriptures | |
Paint your pretty pictures | |
Fleece them with your filthy paws | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they' re climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we' re tired and we wanna go | |
Home | |
Bad news spread fast and they' re spreading, | |
They' re spreading like a chip pan fire | |
We must confess | |
We ain' t progressed | |
Since Elvis has left the building a mess | |
World without sound | |
Can' t you keep the noise down | |
' Else you gonna make the baby cry | |
Over split blood | |
Heavens anyone would | |
Think you had an axe to grind | |
Baby look out here come the Romans | |
With their steely gaze they' re climbing on your sofa | |
Cheap veneers and a swinging brik for a heart | |
Forked tongues same song we' re tired and we wanna go | |
Home |