歌曲 | Moon Over Marin |
歌手 | Dead Kennedys |
专辑 | Mutiny on the Bay |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dead Kennedys | |
The crowded future stings my eyes | |
I still find time to exercise | |
In uniform with two white stripes | |
Unlock my section of the sand | |
It's fenced off to the water's edge | |
I clamp a gasmask on my head | |
Chorus | |
On my beach at night | |
Bathe in my moonlight | |
Another tanker's hit the rocks | |
Abandoned to spill out its guts | |
The sand is laced with sticky glops | |
O' shimmering moonlight sheen upon | |
The waves and water clogged with oil | |
White gases steam up from the soil | |
Chorus | |
I squash dead fish between my toes | |
Try not to step on any bones | |
I turn around and i go home | |
I slip back through my basement door | |
Switch off all that i own below | |
Dive in my scalding wooden tub | |
My own beach at night | |
Electric moonlight | |
There will always be a moon | |
Over marin |
zuo ci : Dead Kennedys | |
The crowded future stings my eyes | |
I still find time to exercise | |
In uniform with two white stripes | |
Unlock my section of the sand | |
It' s fenced off to the water' s edge | |
I clamp a gasmask on my head | |
Chorus | |
On my beach at night | |
Bathe in my moonlight | |
Another tanker' s hit the rocks | |
Abandoned to spill out its guts | |
The sand is laced with sticky glops | |
O' shimmering moonlight sheen upon | |
The waves and water clogged with oil | |
White gases steam up from the soil | |
Chorus | |
I squash dead fish between my toes | |
Try not to step on any bones | |
I turn around and i go home | |
I slip back through my basement door | |
Switch off all that i own below | |
Dive in my scalding wooden tub | |
My own beach at night | |
Electric moonlight | |
There will always be a moon | |
Over marin |
zuò cí : Dead Kennedys | |
The crowded future stings my eyes | |
I still find time to exercise | |
In uniform with two white stripes | |
Unlock my section of the sand | |
It' s fenced off to the water' s edge | |
I clamp a gasmask on my head | |
Chorus | |
On my beach at night | |
Bathe in my moonlight | |
Another tanker' s hit the rocks | |
Abandoned to spill out its guts | |
The sand is laced with sticky glops | |
O' shimmering moonlight sheen upon | |
The waves and water clogged with oil | |
White gases steam up from the soil | |
Chorus | |
I squash dead fish between my toes | |
Try not to step on any bones | |
I turn around and i go home | |
I slip back through my basement door | |
Switch off all that i own below | |
Dive in my scalding wooden tub | |
My own beach at night | |
Electric moonlight | |
There will always be a moon | |
Over marin |