歌曲 | Gut Pageant |
歌手 | Kristin Hersh |
专辑 | Strange Angels |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hersh | |
That fine fever brought us here... | |
Lambasted eyeballs... | |
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh... | |
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours... | |
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers... | |
You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street... | |
Just kidding... | |
You don't have to go... | |
I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home... | |
Why 4 a.m.'s so screwy... | |
He says "Sleep through it"... | |
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours... | |
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers... | |
Not too special not too strange... | |
Just the way | |
I like 'em... | |
You find an empty promise and stick by it... | |
Not too pretty not too sweet... | |
Just the way | |
I like you... | |
When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me... | |
Tell me another one... | |
I could sit for hours... | |
When anyone laughs | |
I know I'm a coward... | |
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me... |
zuo ci : Hersh | |
That fine fever brought us here... | |
Lambasted eyeballs... | |
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh... | |
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours... | |
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers... | |
You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street... | |
Just kidding... | |
You don' t have to go... | |
I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don' t go home... | |
Why 4 a. m.' s so screwy... | |
He says " Sleep through it"... | |
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours... | |
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers... | |
Not too special not too strange... | |
Just the way | |
I like ' em... | |
You find an empty promise and stick by it... | |
Not too pretty not too sweet... | |
Just the way | |
I like you... | |
When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me... | |
Tell me another one... | |
I could sit for hours... | |
When anyone laughs | |
I know I' m a coward... | |
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me... |
zuò cí : Hersh | |
That fine fever brought us here... | |
Lambasted eyeballs... | |
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh... | |
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours... | |
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers... | |
You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street... | |
Just kidding... | |
You don' t have to go... | |
I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don' t go home... | |
Why 4 a. m.' s so screwy... | |
He says " Sleep through it"... | |
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours... | |
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers... | |
Not too special not too strange... | |
Just the way | |
I like ' em... | |
You find an empty promise and stick by it... | |
Not too pretty not too sweet... | |
Just the way | |
I like you... | |
When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me... | |
Tell me another one... | |
I could sit for hours... | |
When anyone laughs | |
I know I' m a coward... | |
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me... |