歌曲 | Catherine At The Wheel |
歌手 | Skyclad |
专辑 | The Answer Machine? |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : English, Walkyier | |
Her face caught in the headlamp glare, | |
There waiting for a ride. | |
Stood all alone - so far from home, | |
He beckons her inside. | |
A smile that has two meanings - slips his fat hand to her knee, | |
But swiftly learns how quick to turn this woman scorned can be. | |
Her flesh was all he wanted - | |
But his blood was what she got, | |
And did he dream of scenes x-rated when she showed him | |
Salem's lot? | |
Now the hunted is the hunter with a heart as cold as steel, | |
See the empty rear view mirror showing | |
Catherine at the wheel. | |
Down in the park - just after dark, | |
Girl crying 'neath a tree. | |
Begs "Can you help please mister? - mummy left and forgot me." "My, you're out late my dear" exclaims the shabby, strange old man, | |
Who hidden in the bushes finds a lion in his lamb. | |
She's a killer with a conscience - and a bite too sharp to feel, | |
This child sat on the roundabout is | |
Catherine at the wheel. | |
And if you could you'd kill them twice - | |
How sweet revenge can be, ' | |
Gainst those you've sent to that place with no fury next to thee. | |
Her flesh was all they wanted - but their blood was what she got, | |
And did they dream of scenes x-rated when she showed them | |
Salem's lot? | |
She's a killer with a conscience - and a heart as cold as steel, | |
She's the hunter not the hunted - with a bite too sharp to feel. | |
Her flesh was all they wanted - but their blood was what she got, | |
And did they dream of scenes x-rated when she showed them | |
Salem's lot? | |
Catherine's at the wheel. |
zuo ci : English, Walkyier | |
Her face caught in the headlamp glare, | |
There waiting for a ride. | |
Stood all alone so far from home, | |
He beckons her inside. | |
A smile that has two meanings slips his fat hand to her knee, | |
But swiftly learns how quick to turn this woman scorned can be. | |
Her flesh was all he wanted | |
But his blood was what she got, | |
And did he dream of scenes xrated when she showed him | |
Salem' s lot? | |
Now the hunted is the hunter with a heart as cold as steel, | |
See the empty rear view mirror showing | |
Catherine at the wheel. | |
Down in the park just after dark, | |
Girl crying ' neath a tree. | |
Begs " Can you help please mister? mummy left and forgot me." " My, you' re out late my dear" exclaims the shabby, strange old man, | |
Who hidden in the bushes finds a lion in his lamb. | |
She' s a killer with a conscience and a bite too sharp to feel, | |
This child sat on the roundabout is | |
Catherine at the wheel. | |
And if you could you' d kill them twice | |
How sweet revenge can be, ' | |
Gainst those you' ve sent to that place with no fury next to thee. | |
Her flesh was all they wanted but their blood was what she got, | |
And did they dream of scenes xrated when she showed them | |
Salem' s lot? | |
She' s a killer with a conscience and a heart as cold as steel, | |
She' s the hunter not the hunted with a bite too sharp to feel. | |
Her flesh was all they wanted but their blood was what she got, | |
And did they dream of scenes xrated when she showed them | |
Salem' s lot? | |
Catherine' s at the wheel. |
zuò cí : English, Walkyier | |
Her face caught in the headlamp glare, | |
There waiting for a ride. | |
Stood all alone so far from home, | |
He beckons her inside. | |
A smile that has two meanings slips his fat hand to her knee, | |
But swiftly learns how quick to turn this woman scorned can be. | |
Her flesh was all he wanted | |
But his blood was what she got, | |
And did he dream of scenes xrated when she showed him | |
Salem' s lot? | |
Now the hunted is the hunter with a heart as cold as steel, | |
See the empty rear view mirror showing | |
Catherine at the wheel. | |
Down in the park just after dark, | |
Girl crying ' neath a tree. | |
Begs " Can you help please mister? mummy left and forgot me." " My, you' re out late my dear" exclaims the shabby, strange old man, | |
Who hidden in the bushes finds a lion in his lamb. | |
She' s a killer with a conscience and a bite too sharp to feel, | |
This child sat on the roundabout is | |
Catherine at the wheel. | |
And if you could you' d kill them twice | |
How sweet revenge can be, ' | |
Gainst those you' ve sent to that place with no fury next to thee. | |
Her flesh was all they wanted but their blood was what she got, | |
And did they dream of scenes xrated when she showed them | |
Salem' s lot? | |
She' s a killer with a conscience and a heart as cold as steel, | |
She' s the hunter not the hunted with a bite too sharp to feel. | |
Her flesh was all they wanted but their blood was what she got, | |
And did they dream of scenes xrated when she showed them | |
Salem' s lot? | |
Catherine' s at the wheel. |