歌曲 | Strangelight |
歌手 | Fugazi |
专辑 | The Argument |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fugazi | |
the sun's a strange light nothing grows right anymore | |
scars on every stalk | |
whose mouth should i use to talk? | |
the force that marks the routine | |
temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing | |
and lay our heads in it now | |
it's hard to punch the clock on the site where production stopped | |
i'm just a warehouse filled with junk | |
some somethings for some someones tacking | |
time with tracking eye tectonic shifts one nerve at a time | |
i lay my head in it a hundred plans to fortify beige concrete foes on for miles | |
hiding cities under it fill my mouth with with non-mouth spit there was a light at | |
the window there was light under the door but it's not there anymore | |
(come on over get your shoes on put your feet on baby come on over) |
zuo ci : Fugazi | |
the sun' s a strange light nothing grows right anymore | |
scars on every stalk | |
whose mouth should i use to talk? | |
the force that marks the routine | |
temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing | |
and lay our heads in it now | |
it' s hard to punch the clock on the site where production stopped | |
i' m just a warehouse filled with junk | |
some somethings for some someones tacking | |
time with tracking eye tectonic shifts one nerve at a time | |
i lay my head in it a hundred plans to fortify beige concrete foes on for miles | |
hiding cities under it fill my mouth with with nonmouth spit there was a light at | |
the window there was light under the door but it' s not there anymore | |
come on over get your shoes on put your feet on baby come on over |
zuò cí : Fugazi | |
the sun' s a strange light nothing grows right anymore | |
scars on every stalk | |
whose mouth should i use to talk? | |
the force that marks the routine | |
temperature whatever degrees create the bad thing | |
and lay our heads in it now | |
it' s hard to punch the clock on the site where production stopped | |
i' m just a warehouse filled with junk | |
some somethings for some someones tacking | |
time with tracking eye tectonic shifts one nerve at a time | |
i lay my head in it a hundred plans to fortify beige concrete foes on for miles | |
hiding cities under it fill my mouth with with nonmouth spit there was a light at | |
the window there was light under the door but it' s not there anymore | |
come on over get your shoes on put your feet on baby come on over |