| 歌曲 | Leper Friend |
| 歌手 | Dog Fashion Disco |
| 专辑 | The Embryo's In Bloom |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Pretty faces, pretty hip. | |
| Bodies hang to drain and drip. | |
| So submit and let抯 pretend, | |
| You抮e not a hollow charlatan. | |
| Velcro whores they fill the streets, | |
| Infecting everyone they meet. | |
| The hourglass is karma抯 curse. | |
| Each grain of sand is a universe. | |
| Laser beams and cattle prods. | |
| Sacrifices for the gods. | |
| Divinities, orgasmic hymns, | |
| Will **** you with prosthetic limbs. | |
| As ulcerations form, | |
| They soon know they will lose fingers and toes. | |
| Swollen ends and bloody gauze, | |
| Curse us all. | |
| I抳e watched you suffer, | |
| For so long it seems. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| I抳e watched you fall apart | |
| Like my leper friend. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| An outcast deprived of festal joy. | |
| Prostration | |
| It seems is here to stay. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh upon the throne. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh? | |
| The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh upon the throne. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh? | |
| I抳e watched you fall apart | |
| Like my leper friend. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| I抳e watched you suffer, | |
| For so long it seems. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| Leper, leper friend. |
| Pretty faces, pretty hip. | |
| Bodies hang to drain and drip. | |
| So submit and let zha pretend, | |
| You zhen e not a hollow charlatan. | |
| Velcro whores they fill the streets, | |
| Infecting everyone they meet. | |
| The hourglass is karma zha curse. | |
| Each grain of sand is a universe. | |
| Laser beams and cattle prods. | |
| Sacrifices for the gods. | |
| Divinities, orgasmic hymns, | |
| Will you with prosthetic limbs. | |
| As ulcerations form, | |
| They soon know they will lose fingers and toes. | |
| Swollen ends and bloody gauze, | |
| Curse us all. | |
| I ni e watched you suffer, | |
| For so long it seems. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| I ni e watched you fall apart | |
| Like my leper friend. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| An outcast deprived of festal joy. | |
| Prostration | |
| It seems is here to stay. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh upon the throne. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh? | |
| The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh upon the throne. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh? | |
| I ni e watched you fall apart | |
| Like my leper friend. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| I ni e watched you suffer, | |
| For so long it seems. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| Leper, leper friend. |
| Pretty faces, pretty hip. | |
| Bodies hang to drain and drip. | |
| So submit and let zhā pretend, | |
| You zhěn e not a hollow charlatan. | |
| Velcro whores they fill the streets, | |
| Infecting everyone they meet. | |
| The hourglass is karma zhā curse. | |
| Each grain of sand is a universe. | |
| Laser beams and cattle prods. | |
| Sacrifices for the gods. | |
| Divinities, orgasmic hymns, | |
| Will you with prosthetic limbs. | |
| As ulcerations form, | |
| They soon know they will lose fingers and toes. | |
| Swollen ends and bloody gauze, | |
| Curse us all. | |
| I nǐ e watched you suffer, | |
| For so long it seems. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| I nǐ e watched you fall apart | |
| Like my leper friend. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| An outcast deprived of festal joy. | |
| Prostration | |
| It seems is here to stay. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh upon the throne. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh? | |
| The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh upon the throne. | |
| My limbless friend will die alone. | |
| A torso of flesh? | |
| I nǐ e watched you fall apart | |
| Like my leper friend. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| I nǐ e watched you suffer, | |
| For so long it seems. | |
| And somehow | |
| I look the other way. | |
| Leper, leper friend. |