作词 : Thirlwell | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
The horse before the cart | |
Forclose before you start | |
To tear apart | |
And make those promises | |
No thematic posturing or | |
Supposing in the head | |
Where do you get off implying that | |
I should be in bed? | |
So set up another chaser | |
Show me you're the real Speed Racer | |
What a difference a day could make | |
You've put yourself in danger | |
Like an orphan Power Ranger | |
So you'd best be good | |
For goodness' sake | |
Doo doo doo doo doo doo | |
Just relax now | |
The time has come to watch our backs now | |
Don't deny it | |
Never knock it 'til you try it | |
Time's-a-wastin' | |
Open wide and feel the tasting | |
...And enjoy... | |
Still hungover | |
From the night of a thousand kisses | |
Still mistaken | |
You keep callin' close calls near misses | |
Near forgotten | |
Dim remembrance pains me greatly | |
Always waitin' | |
But the schedule plan must hate me | |
Floatin' gently, feelin' lightheaded | |
Prostate on the floor | |
Stirring up selective amnesia | |
Memories no more | |
Every braincell seems to short circuit | |
Spots before the eyes | |
Payin' interest on premature demise... | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
Will tear your soul apart | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
Don't blow before you start | |
So set up another chaser | |
Show me you're the real Speed Racer | |
And it's getting more and more absurd | |
You've put yourself in danger | |
Like an orphan Power Ranger | |
Worry seems to be the final word |
zuo ci : Thirlwell | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
The horse before the cart | |
Forclose before you start | |
To tear apart | |
And make those promises | |
No thematic posturing or | |
Supposing in the head | |
Where do you get off implying that | |
I should be in bed? | |
So set up another chaser | |
Show me you' re the real Speed Racer | |
What a difference a day could make | |
You' ve put yourself in danger | |
Like an orphan Power Ranger | |
So you' d best be good | |
For goodness' sake | |
Doo doo doo doo doo doo | |
Just relax now | |
The time has come to watch our backs now | |
Don' t deny it | |
Never knock it ' til you try it | |
Time' sawastin' | |
Open wide and feel the tasting | |
... And enjoy... | |
Still hungover | |
From the night of a thousand kisses | |
Still mistaken | |
You keep callin' close calls near misses | |
Near forgotten | |
Dim remembrance pains me greatly | |
Always waitin' | |
But the schedule plan must hate me | |
Floatin' gently, feelin' lightheaded | |
Prostate on the floor | |
Stirring up selective amnesia | |
Memories no more | |
Every braincell seems to short circuit | |
Spots before the eyes | |
Payin' interest on premature demise... | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
Will tear your soul apart | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
Don' t blow before you start | |
So set up another chaser | |
Show me you' re the real Speed Racer | |
And it' s getting more and more absurd | |
You' ve put yourself in danger | |
Like an orphan Power Ranger | |
Worry seems to be the final word |
zuò cí : Thirlwell | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
The horse before the cart | |
Forclose before you start | |
To tear apart | |
And make those promises | |
No thematic posturing or | |
Supposing in the head | |
Where do you get off implying that | |
I should be in bed? | |
So set up another chaser | |
Show me you' re the real Speed Racer | |
What a difference a day could make | |
You' ve put yourself in danger | |
Like an orphan Power Ranger | |
So you' d best be good | |
For goodness' sake | |
Doo doo doo doo doo doo | |
Just relax now | |
The time has come to watch our backs now | |
Don' t deny it | |
Never knock it ' til you try it | |
Time' sawastin' | |
Open wide and feel the tasting | |
... And enjoy... | |
Still hungover | |
From the night of a thousand kisses | |
Still mistaken | |
You keep callin' close calls near misses | |
Near forgotten | |
Dim remembrance pains me greatly | |
Always waitin' | |
But the schedule plan must hate me | |
Floatin' gently, feelin' lightheaded | |
Prostate on the floor | |
Stirring up selective amnesia | |
Memories no more | |
Every braincell seems to short circuit | |
Spots before the eyes | |
Payin' interest on premature demise... | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
Will tear your soul apart | |
Cirrhosis of the heart | |
Don' t blow before you start | |
So set up another chaser | |
Show me you' re the real Speed Racer | |
And it' s getting more and more absurd | |
You' ve put yourself in danger | |
Like an orphan Power Ranger | |
Worry seems to be the final word |