The Man Who Rolls

The Man Who Rolls 歌词

歌曲 The Man Who Rolls
歌手 Shudder to Think
专辑 50,000 BC
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作词 : Wedren
I am the man that rolls
You can find me hanging from a tree
My teeth are fit with mandibles
and a dangled fig
I duly comb the sea-foam
till you wash home
for good-
nesssakes alive honey-bee
I am he
I am the man that rolls
Do you want to check the tag? (no,no)
The finger sticking animals
Do you want to drag?
I don't like to see blood.
Are you yellow?
Goodnesssakes alive mother hen
I am the man that rolls
Tied up
warming trouble
There's a confit of mud
my
dew-eyed lady double
with two right eyes you'll never find yourself
I see you struggle
A confit of men found
teed off the brow
Don't fill up on candy
You've really gotta hold me
I am the man that rolls
You can find me hanging from a tree
My teeth are fit with mandibles
and a dangled fig
I duly comb the sea-foam
till you wash home
for good-
nesssakes alive honey-bee
I am the man that rolls
Tied up
warming trouble
There's a confit of mud
my
dew-eyed lady double
over two right eyes you'll never find yourself
I see you struggle
A confit of men proud
Stay up somehow
Don't fill up on candy
You've really got soul
Dew-eyed lady double
with too wide eyes
you always see through shell
to pearl blue bubble
b-b-bursting hives
through the surface seams
to a fell of steeple rubble
there's a coffin grate
in a self-enstated strewn up gated hovel
with a goo-eyed baby
born of maybe
cellofeighning love
oh
did you hear that one
it's the joke of ages
dew-eyed lady double
with too wide eyes
you always see through shell
to pearl blue bubble
b-b-bursting hives
through the surface seams
to a fell of steeple rubble
there's a coffin grate
in a self-enstated strewn up gated hovel
with a goo-eyed baby
born of maybe
cellofeighning love
zuo ci : Wedren
I am the man that rolls
You can find me hanging from a tree
My teeth are fit with mandibles
and a dangled fig
I duly comb the seafoam
till you wash home
for good
nesssakes alive honeybee
I am he
I am the man that rolls
Do you want to check the tag? no, no
The finger sticking animals
Do you want to drag?
I don' t like to see blood.
Are you yellow?
Goodnesssakes alive mother hen
I am the man that rolls
Tied up
warming trouble
There' s a confit of mud
my
deweyed lady double
with two right eyes you' ll never find yourself
I see you struggle
A confit of men found
teed off the brow
Don' t fill up on candy
You' ve really gotta hold me
I am the man that rolls
You can find me hanging from a tree
My teeth are fit with mandibles
and a dangled fig
I duly comb the seafoam
till you wash home
for good
nesssakes alive honeybee
I am the man that rolls
Tied up
warming trouble
There' s a confit of mud
my
deweyed lady double
over two right eyes you' ll never find yourself
I see you struggle
A confit of men proud
Stay up somehow
Don' t fill up on candy
You' ve really got soul
Deweyed lady double
with too wide eyes
you always see through shell
to pearl blue bubble
bbbursting hives
through the surface seams
to a fell of steeple rubble
there' s a coffin grate
in a selfenstated strewn up gated hovel
with a gooeyed baby
born of maybe
cellofeighning love
oh
did you hear that one
it' s the joke of ages
deweyed lady double
with too wide eyes
you always see through shell
to pearl blue bubble
bbbursting hives
through the surface seams
to a fell of steeple rubble
there' s a coffin grate
in a selfenstated strewn up gated hovel
with a gooeyed baby
born of maybe
cellofeighning love
zuò cí : Wedren
I am the man that rolls
You can find me hanging from a tree
My teeth are fit with mandibles
and a dangled fig
I duly comb the seafoam
till you wash home
for good
nesssakes alive honeybee
I am he
I am the man that rolls
Do you want to check the tag? no, no
The finger sticking animals
Do you want to drag?
I don' t like to see blood.
Are you yellow?
Goodnesssakes alive mother hen
I am the man that rolls
Tied up
warming trouble
There' s a confit of mud
my
deweyed lady double
with two right eyes you' ll never find yourself
I see you struggle
A confit of men found
teed off the brow
Don' t fill up on candy
You' ve really gotta hold me
I am the man that rolls
You can find me hanging from a tree
My teeth are fit with mandibles
and a dangled fig
I duly comb the seafoam
till you wash home
for good
nesssakes alive honeybee
I am the man that rolls
Tied up
warming trouble
There' s a confit of mud
my
deweyed lady double
over two right eyes you' ll never find yourself
I see you struggle
A confit of men proud
Stay up somehow
Don' t fill up on candy
You' ve really got soul
Deweyed lady double
with too wide eyes
you always see through shell
to pearl blue bubble
bbbursting hives
through the surface seams
to a fell of steeple rubble
there' s a coffin grate
in a selfenstated strewn up gated hovel
with a gooeyed baby
born of maybe
cellofeighning love
oh
did you hear that one
it' s the joke of ages
deweyed lady double
with too wide eyes
you always see through shell
to pearl blue bubble
bbbursting hives
through the surface seams
to a fell of steeple rubble
there' s a coffin grate
in a selfenstated strewn up gated hovel
with a gooeyed baby
born of maybe
cellofeighning love
The Man Who Rolls 歌词
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