歌曲 | Turn it On Salvador |
歌手 | Toy Matinee |
专辑 | Toy Matinee |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gilbert, Leonard, Pratt | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Drag the bound priest across the floor | |
Skin to shed, God is dead, what to do, so are you | |
Are you? | |
Wake them up, shake 'em up | |
Death and a gala premiere | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Brutally offensive, but never a bore | |
Ants in hands, no demands, eyeing out a point of view | |
Or two | |
Bang them out, hang them up | |
Nothing is what it appears | |
Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Turn it off, Salvador | |
Holy rotting donkey carcass butterfly eeeeee | |
Even tied, eggs you fried, out of luck | |
What the | |
(some 15th century German word) | |
(Some 15th century German word) | |
Books are guns, biking nuns | |
Ants, sirs, they crawl from the wounds | |
Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Da da da da da da | |
Didn't he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador |
zuo qu : Gilbert, Leonard, Pratt | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Drag the bound priest across the floor | |
Skin to shed, God is dead, what to do, so are you | |
Are you? | |
Wake them up, shake ' em up | |
Death and a gala premiere | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Brutally offensive, but never a bore | |
Ants in hands, no demands, eyeing out a point of view | |
Or two | |
Bang them out, hang them up | |
Nothing is what it appears | |
Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Turn it off, Salvador | |
Holy rotting donkey carcass butterfly eeeeee | |
Even tied, eggs you fried, out of luck | |
What the | |
some 15th century German word | |
Some 15th century German word | |
Books are guns, biking nuns | |
Ants, sirs, they crawl from the wounds | |
Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Da da da da da da | |
Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador |
zuò qǔ : Gilbert, Leonard, Pratt | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Drag the bound priest across the floor | |
Skin to shed, God is dead, what to do, so are you | |
Are you? | |
Wake them up, shake ' em up | |
Death and a gala premiere | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Brutally offensive, but never a bore | |
Ants in hands, no demands, eyeing out a point of view | |
Or two | |
Bang them out, hang them up | |
Nothing is what it appears | |
Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Turn it off, Salvador | |
Holy rotting donkey carcass butterfly eeeeee | |
Even tied, eggs you fried, out of luck | |
What the | |
some 15th century German word | |
Some 15th century German word | |
Books are guns, biking nuns | |
Ants, sirs, they crawl from the wounds | |
Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador | |
Da da da da da da | |
Didn' t he say how he likes to make the holes? | |
Time melts away while he tries to make the holes | |
Turn it on, Salvador |