歌曲 | Royal Oil |
歌手 | The Mighty Mighty Bosstones |
专辑 | Live From The Middle East |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Albert, Barrett ... | |
From the album let's face it | |
Royal oil, come on bubble and boil | |
Stabs like dagger, make you stagger | |
On the hot tin foil | |
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil | |
Then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
When you smoke or poke the poison | |
You lose the chance to be tomorrow | |
Look out on the horizon | |
And see the sadness, the pain and the sorrow | |
I can't say enough about the stuff | |
Or what it has in store | |
When you smoke or poke the poison | |
You won't be anymore | |
Royal oil, come on bubble and boil | |
Stabs like dagger, make you stagger | |
On the hot tin foil | |
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil | |
Then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
Royal oil has cut many down to size | |
Spikes gonna strike the weak and strong alike | |
And then forever, and ever close those eyes | |
Make up your mind to keep your mind up | |
And to your life be loyal | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
Royal oil, big trouble brewing | |
Long, lonely road, long road to ruin | |
Wrong path to take, great big mistake | |
And then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil |
zuo ci : Albert, Barrett ... | |
From the album let' s face it | |
Royal oil, come on bubble and boil | |
Stabs like dagger, make you stagger | |
On the hot tin foil | |
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil | |
Then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
When you smoke or poke the poison | |
You lose the chance to be tomorrow | |
Look out on the horizon | |
And see the sadness, the pain and the sorrow | |
I can' t say enough about the stuff | |
Or what it has in store | |
When you smoke or poke the poison | |
You won' t be anymore | |
Royal oil, come on bubble and boil | |
Stabs like dagger, make you stagger | |
On the hot tin foil | |
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil | |
Then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
Royal oil has cut many down to size | |
Spikes gonna strike the weak and strong alike | |
And then forever, and ever close those eyes | |
Make up your mind to keep your mind up | |
And to your life be loyal | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
Royal oil, big trouble brewing | |
Long, lonely road, long road to ruin | |
Wrong path to take, great big mistake | |
And then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil |
zuò cí : Albert, Barrett ... | |
From the album let' s face it | |
Royal oil, come on bubble and boil | |
Stabs like dagger, make you stagger | |
On the hot tin foil | |
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil | |
Then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
When you smoke or poke the poison | |
You lose the chance to be tomorrow | |
Look out on the horizon | |
And see the sadness, the pain and the sorrow | |
I can' t say enough about the stuff | |
Or what it has in store | |
When you smoke or poke the poison | |
You won' t be anymore | |
Royal oil, come on bubble and boil | |
Stabs like dagger, make you stagger | |
On the hot tin foil | |
Mind your mind or it will surely spoil | |
Then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
Royal oil has cut many down to size | |
Spikes gonna strike the weak and strong alike | |
And then forever, and ever close those eyes | |
Make up your mind to keep your mind up | |
And to your life be loyal | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil | |
Royal oil, big trouble brewing | |
Long, lonely road, long road to ruin | |
Wrong path to take, great big mistake | |
And then you sleep down in the soil | |
Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil |