歌曲 | Automatic Blues |
歌手 | Chuck Prophet |
专辑 | The Age of Miracles |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Prophet | |
Well, some things I'm built for fixin' | |
Make more sense to throw away | |
The touch of something human | |
What I really crave | |
Oh, just give me one thing | |
I can sink my heart into | |
Not another measure | |
Of these automatic blues, come on, come on | |
Well, the preacher preached the sermon | |
Sinners bow their heads | |
Sometimes I feel so alive | |
I wish I was dead | |
You might be on your back somewhere, baby | |
Too beaten up in your pew | |
Would Sunday lift the curtain | |
On the automatic blues? Come on | |
Hey, turn me on, turn me off | |
Turn me out, turn me on | |
I said, turn me off, turn me on | |
Turn me out, turn me on | |
I feel like a pair of sneakers | |
In a washing machine | |
I'm bouncing off the walls | |
Trapped in the heap | |
Goddamn, thermostat's gone crazy | |
I woke up with the flu | |
Wrapped up in a blanket | |
With the automatic blues, come on | |
Hey, come on | |
Get a hold on me | |
Get a hold on me | |
I want somebody to tell me | |
Where can my baby be |
zuo qu : Prophet | |
Well, some things I' m built for fixin' | |
Make more sense to throw away | |
The touch of something human | |
What I really crave | |
Oh, just give me one thing | |
I can sink my heart into | |
Not another measure | |
Of these automatic blues, come on, come on | |
Well, the preacher preached the sermon | |
Sinners bow their heads | |
Sometimes I feel so alive | |
I wish I was dead | |
You might be on your back somewhere, baby | |
Too beaten up in your pew | |
Would Sunday lift the curtain | |
On the automatic blues? Come on | |
Hey, turn me on, turn me off | |
Turn me out, turn me on | |
I said, turn me off, turn me on | |
Turn me out, turn me on | |
I feel like a pair of sneakers | |
In a washing machine | |
I' m bouncing off the walls | |
Trapped in the heap | |
Goddamn, thermostat' s gone crazy | |
I woke up with the flu | |
Wrapped up in a blanket | |
With the automatic blues, come on | |
Hey, come on | |
Get a hold on me | |
Get a hold on me | |
I want somebody to tell me | |
Where can my baby be |
zuò qǔ : Prophet | |
Well, some things I' m built for fixin' | |
Make more sense to throw away | |
The touch of something human | |
What I really crave | |
Oh, just give me one thing | |
I can sink my heart into | |
Not another measure | |
Of these automatic blues, come on, come on | |
Well, the preacher preached the sermon | |
Sinners bow their heads | |
Sometimes I feel so alive | |
I wish I was dead | |
You might be on your back somewhere, baby | |
Too beaten up in your pew | |
Would Sunday lift the curtain | |
On the automatic blues? Come on | |
Hey, turn me on, turn me off | |
Turn me out, turn me on | |
I said, turn me off, turn me on | |
Turn me out, turn me on | |
I feel like a pair of sneakers | |
In a washing machine | |
I' m bouncing off the walls | |
Trapped in the heap | |
Goddamn, thermostat' s gone crazy | |
I woke up with the flu | |
Wrapped up in a blanket | |
With the automatic blues, come on | |
Hey, come on | |
Get a hold on me | |
Get a hold on me | |
I want somebody to tell me | |
Where can my baby be |