歌曲 | Numanoid Hang-Glide |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | This Leaden Pall |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Please don’t tell me what you think while I tell you about | |
The copse that I retreat to where I’m hemmed in by the Larch | |
Where nobody can bother me and the voices in my head | |
Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for a while | |
I was best man dead in our road four years on the run | |
Always chose the same demise, dehydration on a long jog | |
Where once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed knees | |
You hang-glide with the Numanoids and snub my rare disease | |
The one in which I get these silly visions in my mind | |
And have to write them all down for the nurse | |
Gazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the pool | |
Eating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gates | |
I said to Jesus, “How much do you love me?” | |
He said “This much” and he stretched out his arms and died | |
And I thought to myself: is that a stock reply? | |
Or are there exceptions for the likes of REO | |
Speedwagon | |
Speedwagon | |
La la la la la la la la la la | |
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la |
Please don' t tell me what you think while I tell you about | |
The copse that I retreat to where I' m hemmed in by the Larch | |
Where nobody can bother me and the voices in my head | |
Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for a while | |
I was best man dead in our road four years on the run | |
Always chose the same demise, dehydration on a long jog | |
Where once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed knees | |
You hangglide with the Numanoids and snub my rare disease | |
The one in which I get these silly visions in my mind | |
And have to write them all down for the nurse | |
Gazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the pool | |
Eating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gates | |
I said to Jesus, " How much do you love me?" | |
He said " This much" and he stretched out his arms and died | |
And I thought to myself: is that a stock reply? | |
Or are there exceptions for the likes of REO | |
Speedwagon | |
Speedwagon | |
La la la la la la la la la la | |
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la |
Please don' t tell me what you think while I tell you about | |
The copse that I retreat to where I' m hemmed in by the Larch | |
Where nobody can bother me and the voices in my head | |
Cease their Dif Juz ramblings for a while | |
I was best man dead in our road four years on the run | |
Always chose the same demise, dehydration on a long jog | |
Where once you wiped away my tears and cleaned my grazed knees | |
You hangglide with the Numanoids and snub my rare disease | |
The one in which I get these silly visions in my mind | |
And have to write them all down for the nurse | |
Gazza in a Mozzer mask goofing by the pool | |
Eating all the Caramacs, howay cemetery gates | |
I said to Jesus, " How much do you love me?" | |
He said " This much" and he stretched out his arms and died | |
And I thought to myself: is that a stock reply? | |
Or are there exceptions for the likes of REO | |
Speedwagon | |
Speedwagon | |
La la la la la la la la la la | |
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la |