歌曲 | Jaks |
歌手 | U.S. Bombs |
专辑 | Warbirth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Martinez, Peters | |
I aint goin to work today yea why not? 'cause id rather work on breakin my own | |
bones with some style ya know Go 45 M.P.H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code | |
that ya better know and there's one style & its to skate We skate in packs our | |
flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it | |
full only a trader dont drain his pools (chorus) There i am skatin' solo down | |
9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back | |
and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me | |
dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his | |
pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh 'cause he was a jak | |
we gotta go |
zuo qu : Martinez, Peters | |
I aint goin to work today yea why not? ' cause id rather work on breakin my own | |
bones with some style ya know Go 45 M. P. H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code | |
that ya better know and there' s one style its to skate We skate in packs our | |
flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it | |
full only a trader dont drain his pools chorus There i am skatin' solo down | |
9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back | |
and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me | |
dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his | |
pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh ' cause he was a jak | |
we gotta go |
zuò qǔ : Martinez, Peters | |
I aint goin to work today yea why not? ' cause id rather work on breakin my own | |
bones with some style ya know Go 45 M. P. H Go down hill on a skate Theres a Code | |
that ya better know and there' s one style its to skate We skate in packs our | |
flag is Jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it | |
full only a trader dont drain his pools chorus There i am skatin' solo down | |
9th Ave. A couple bikers pull up up on me one on each side theyre wavin back | |
and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me | |
dead i know they want my head A jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his | |
pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh ' cause he was a jak | |
we gotta go |