歌曲 | Catholic Taste |
歌手 | Inkubus Sukkubus |
专辑 | Science & Nature |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
You said you wanted life, you died on me | |
You said you wanted truth, you lied to me | |
You said you wanted health, you're sick again | |
You said you wanted me, then bedded men | |
You and your Catholic taste | |
I think it's such a waste | |
Why don't you concentrate | |
And choose what you want before it's too late | |
You said your god has horn and died for you | |
You wear a crucifix and pentagram too | |
You've tried so many drugs, your spirit's pure | |
You're wilder than the wind, yet so demure | |
You said you've royal blood and common touch | |
Your roots are working class but don't show much | |
You hang out with the boys, the girls love you | |
You love expensive toys, you're spiritual too | |
You're living other lives, ain't yours enough? | |
You're someone I despise – you try too much | |
You talk and talk for hours – I turn to dust | |
You're losing all your powers – you turn to rust |
You said you wanted life, you died on me | |
You said you wanted truth, you lied to me | |
You said you wanted health, you' re sick again | |
You said you wanted me, then bedded men | |
You and your Catholic taste | |
I think it' s such a waste | |
Why don' t you concentrate | |
And choose what you want before it' s too late | |
You said your god has horn and died for you | |
You wear a crucifix and pentagram too | |
You' ve tried so many drugs, your spirit' s pure | |
You' re wilder than the wind, yet so demure | |
You said you' ve royal blood and common touch | |
Your roots are working class but don' t show much | |
You hang out with the boys, the girls love you | |
You love expensive toys, you' re spiritual too | |
You' re living other lives, ain' t yours enough? | |
You' re someone I despise you try too much | |
You talk and talk for hours I turn to dust | |
You' re losing all your powers you turn to rust |
You said you wanted life, you died on me | |
You said you wanted truth, you lied to me | |
You said you wanted health, you' re sick again | |
You said you wanted me, then bedded men | |
You and your Catholic taste | |
I think it' s such a waste | |
Why don' t you concentrate | |
And choose what you want before it' s too late | |
You said your god has horn and died for you | |
You wear a crucifix and pentagram too | |
You' ve tried so many drugs, your spirit' s pure | |
You' re wilder than the wind, yet so demure | |
You said you' ve royal blood and common touch | |
Your roots are working class but don' t show much | |
You hang out with the boys, the girls love you | |
You love expensive toys, you' re spiritual too | |
You' re living other lives, ain' t yours enough? | |
You' re someone I despise you try too much | |
You talk and talk for hours I turn to dust | |
You' re losing all your powers you turn to rust |