歌曲 | With Goth On Our Side |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | Trouble Over Bridgewater |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well my name it is Dai Young | |
I’m the King of Welsh Goth | |
The village I come from | |
Is near Abersoch | |
I was brought up on Bauhaus | |
And black bedroom walls | |
And I had my first Snakebite | |
When I was in halls | |
Now the graveyard is calling | |
The sky’s getting greyer | |
I’ll drink the warm blood of | |
The Borough Surveyor | |
And I’ll murder the verger | |
I’ve seen how he gawps | |
And I’ll write on his headstone: | |
“Here lies Jones the Corpse” | |
Now my overweight girlfriend | |
She sits and she crimps | |
Her mother’s convinced she’s | |
Communing with imps | |
Her brother’s alright though | |
He’s a good lad is Wilf | |
‘Cos he’s into Placebo | |
And Cradle Of Filth | |
At my gig up in Butlins | |
The Redcoats complained | |
They tried to remove me | |
With bottles they rained | |
But for the first time in history | |
I didn’t run and hide | |
And the Scousers in shellsuits | |
Had Goths on their side | |
Now this Land Of My Fathers | |
It don’t suit my needs | |
I’d rather be some place | |
Like Bradford or Leeds | |
Where the Gipton teenagers | |
Could meet in my shed | |
For advice on mascara | |
And all things undead | |
Now my left index finger | |
Is nine inches long | |
It’s hovering over | |
A world that’s gone wrong | |
Ask me to Prestatyn | |
And that’s what I’ll do | |
And we’ll all die together | |
And Dylan can’t sue |
Well my name it is Dai Young | |
I' m the King of Welsh Goth | |
The village I come from | |
Is near Abersoch | |
I was brought up on Bauhaus | |
And black bedroom walls | |
And I had my first Snakebite | |
When I was in halls | |
Now the graveyard is calling | |
The sky' s getting greyer | |
I' ll drink the warm blood of | |
The Borough Surveyor | |
And I' ll murder the verger | |
I' ve seen how he gawps | |
And I' ll write on his headstone: | |
" Here lies Jones the Corpse" | |
Now my overweight girlfriend | |
She sits and she crimps | |
Her mother' s convinced she' s | |
Communing with imps | |
Her brother' s alright though | |
He' s a good lad is Wilf | |
' Cos he' s into Placebo | |
And Cradle Of Filth | |
At my gig up in Butlins | |
The Redcoats complained | |
They tried to remove me | |
With bottles they rained | |
But for the first time in history | |
I didn' t run and hide | |
And the Scousers in shellsuits | |
Had Goths on their side | |
Now this Land Of My Fathers | |
It don' t suit my needs | |
I' d rather be some place | |
Like Bradford or Leeds | |
Where the Gipton teenagers | |
Could meet in my shed | |
For advice on mascara | |
And all things undead | |
Now my left index finger | |
Is nine inches long | |
It' s hovering over | |
A world that' s gone wrong | |
Ask me to Prestatyn | |
And that' s what I' ll do | |
And we' ll all die together | |
And Dylan can' t sue |
Well my name it is Dai Young | |
I' m the King of Welsh Goth | |
The village I come from | |
Is near Abersoch | |
I was brought up on Bauhaus | |
And black bedroom walls | |
And I had my first Snakebite | |
When I was in halls | |
Now the graveyard is calling | |
The sky' s getting greyer | |
I' ll drink the warm blood of | |
The Borough Surveyor | |
And I' ll murder the verger | |
I' ve seen how he gawps | |
And I' ll write on his headstone: | |
" Here lies Jones the Corpse" | |
Now my overweight girlfriend | |
She sits and she crimps | |
Her mother' s convinced she' s | |
Communing with imps | |
Her brother' s alright though | |
He' s a good lad is Wilf | |
' Cos he' s into Placebo | |
And Cradle Of Filth | |
At my gig up in Butlins | |
The Redcoats complained | |
They tried to remove me | |
With bottles they rained | |
But for the first time in history | |
I didn' t run and hide | |
And the Scousers in shellsuits | |
Had Goths on their side | |
Now this Land Of My Fathers | |
It don' t suit my needs | |
I' d rather be some place | |
Like Bradford or Leeds | |
Where the Gipton teenagers | |
Could meet in my shed | |
For advice on mascara | |
And all things undead | |
Now my left index finger | |
Is nine inches long | |
It' s hovering over | |
A world that' s gone wrong | |
Ask me to Prestatyn | |
And that' s what I' ll do | |
And we' ll all die together | |
And Dylan can' t sue |