作词 : Thirlwell | |
This is an advertisement for disaster | |
You're going to laugh on the other side of your mouth | |
I mo' blow my nose on your hankering | |
If you're getting in then I'm getting out | |
This is the third and final bout | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
You get on my wick - well get off it | |
I'm going to burn the candle at both ends | |
I fell like I'm stuck in a maze...ment | |
With all dead ends | |
I wonder where this all extends | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
This is the most transparent thing | |
That I ever didn't see | |
Spending all the time trying to think up things | |
(for the autobiography) | |
Don't I know you from somewhere before? | |
Weren't you a tonic to the nation? | |
When I saw you last, weren't you framed | |
By somebody else's latest Croatian? | |
You really know how to POLLUTE A GUY | |
You really know how to DILUTE A GUY | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
NOT DIRTY BUT THE NAME IS MUD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
You wouldn't look so damned surrealist | |
If you didn't have an apple on your face | |
You're a blemish in my mind | |
A pockmark on the human race | |
WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
MIND A DROUGHT... FACE A FLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON WHAT I'VE SEEN | |
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
Exit the man, the man with nine lives | |
Exit the man, exit the man |
zuo ci : Thirlwell | |
This is an advertisement for disaster | |
You' re going to laugh on the other side of your mouth | |
I mo' blow my nose on your hankering | |
If you' re getting in then I' m getting out | |
This is the third and final bout | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
You get on my wick well get off it | |
I' m going to burn the candle at both ends | |
I fell like I' m stuck in a maze... ment | |
With all dead ends | |
I wonder where this all extends | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
This is the most transparent thing | |
That I ever didn' t see | |
Spending all the time trying to think up things | |
for the autobiography | |
Don' t I know you from somewhere before? | |
Weren' t you a tonic to the nation? | |
When I saw you last, weren' t you framed | |
By somebody else' s latest Croatian? | |
You really know how to POLLUTE A GUY | |
You really know how to DILUTE A GUY | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
NOT DIRTY BUT THE NAME IS MUD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
You wouldn' t look so damned surrealist | |
If you didn' t have an apple on your face | |
You' re a blemish in my mind | |
A pockmark on the human race | |
WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
MIND A DROUGHT... FACE A FLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON WHAT I' VE SEEN | |
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
Exit the man, the man with nine lives | |
Exit the man, exit the man |
zuò cí : Thirlwell | |
This is an advertisement for disaster | |
You' re going to laugh on the other side of your mouth | |
I mo' blow my nose on your hankering | |
If you' re getting in then I' m getting out | |
This is the third and final bout | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
You get on my wick well get off it | |
I' m going to burn the candle at both ends | |
I fell like I' m stuck in a maze... ment | |
With all dead ends | |
I wonder where this all extends | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
This is the most transparent thing | |
That I ever didn' t see | |
Spending all the time trying to think up things | |
for the autobiography | |
Don' t I know you from somewhere before? | |
Weren' t you a tonic to the nation? | |
When I saw you last, weren' t you framed | |
By somebody else' s latest Croatian? | |
You really know how to POLLUTE A GUY | |
You really know how to DILUTE A GUY | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
NOT DIRTY BUT THE NAME IS MUD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM | |
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES | |
You wouldn' t look so damned surrealist | |
If you didn' t have an apple on your face | |
You' re a blemish in my mind | |
A pockmark on the human race | |
WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE | |
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION | |
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD | |
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE! | |
MIND A DROUGHT... FACE A FLOOD | |
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON WHAT I' VE SEEN | |
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE | |
Exit the man, the man with nine lives | |
Exit the man, exit the man |