| 歌曲 | The Studded Cinctures |
| 歌手 | Nightmare of You |
| 专辑 | Nightmare of You |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| The Studded Cinctures were a band | |
| From gloomy Ann Harbor, Michigan | |
| And they wrote just for you | |
| These irrelevant tunes | |
| And with each heart-wrenching fictitious wall | |
| You'd swear they sand your life with veracious detail | |
| The tears trickle down your face | |
| Your skinny arms begin to flail | |
| And as the clumsy singer takes the stage | |
| He whips the mic in an ardent way | |
| And now the girls begin to blush | |
| Never have they been so terribly touched | |
| By such an illiterate bum. | |
| Oh, won't you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the second-rating, the repetition | |
| The metaphors stripped of all gall, alright | |
| With a handful of pomade in hair | |
| He shoots a pitifully pouty stare | |
| At the nurtured audience | |
| And this is easing his conscience | |
| Hustling and taking knee with brow in hand | |
| He shrieks the works of another man | |
| A standing ovation | |
| Vulnerable child, you've been taken advantage of | |
| By such a carnivorous bum. | |
| Oh, won't you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the second-rating, the repetition | |
| The metaphors stripped of all gall, stripped of all gall | |
| Oh, won't you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the second-rating | |
| Oh, won't you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the second-rating, the repetition | |
| And the metaphors |
| zuo qu : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| The Studded Cinctures were a band | |
| From gloomy Ann Harbor, Michigan | |
| And they wrote just for you | |
| These irrelevant tunes | |
| And with each heartwrenching fictitious wall | |
| You' d swear they sand your life with veracious detail | |
| The tears trickle down your face | |
| Your skinny arms begin to flail | |
| And as the clumsy singer takes the stage | |
| He whips the mic in an ardent way | |
| And now the girls begin to blush | |
| Never have they been so terribly touched | |
| By such an illiterate bum. | |
| Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
| The metaphors stripped of all gall, alright | |
| With a handful of pomade in hair | |
| He shoots a pitifully pouty stare | |
| At the nurtured audience | |
| And this is easing his conscience | |
| Hustling and taking knee with brow in hand | |
| He shrieks the works of another man | |
| A standing ovation | |
| Vulnerable child, you' ve been taken advantage of | |
| By such a carnivorous bum. | |
| Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
| The metaphors stripped of all gall, stripped of all gall | |
| Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the secondrating | |
| Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
| And the metaphors |
| zuò qǔ : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| The Studded Cinctures were a band | |
| From gloomy Ann Harbor, Michigan | |
| And they wrote just for you | |
| These irrelevant tunes | |
| And with each heartwrenching fictitious wall | |
| You' d swear they sand your life with veracious detail | |
| The tears trickle down your face | |
| Your skinny arms begin to flail | |
| And as the clumsy singer takes the stage | |
| He whips the mic in an ardent way | |
| And now the girls begin to blush | |
| Never have they been so terribly touched | |
| By such an illiterate bum. | |
| Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
| The metaphors stripped of all gall, alright | |
| With a handful of pomade in hair | |
| He shoots a pitifully pouty stare | |
| At the nurtured audience | |
| And this is easing his conscience | |
| Hustling and taking knee with brow in hand | |
| He shrieks the works of another man | |
| A standing ovation | |
| Vulnerable child, you' ve been taken advantage of | |
| By such a carnivorous bum. | |
| Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
| The metaphors stripped of all gall, stripped of all gall | |
| Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the secondrating | |
| Oh, won' t you say what you mean | |
| Give us a moment of offering | |
| Perhaps a pinch of your view | |
| We love the secondrating, the repetition | |
| And the metaphors |