作词 : Gibbons, Hardy, Moon, Wonder | |
Album:Rhythmeen | |
Title:My Mind Is Gone | |
No keyboards, just Pearly Gates and a lot of sound pedals. | |
I have to go to my parole-boy | |
To remember just who I am | |
One thing else I don't enjoy is | |
Forgetting her monogram | |
She electrifies my physical mass | |
She really turns me on | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
She quite simply wrecks me | |
She just tears me apart | |
She screws me up and skewers me | |
She made it quite an art | |
She guts me like a hollow-point | |
She really turns me on | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
Yeah, Billy | |
I know what you mean | |
It's the smell of the dress | |
That made my mind a mess | |
It's her chokin' throat | |
Really gets my goat-tee and amen | |
Yes, indeed | |
She makes my head and heart bleed | |
Been so long since I knocked some off | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
Tell me about it |
zuo ci : Gibbons, Hardy, Moon, Wonder | |
Album: Rhythmeen | |
Title: My Mind Is Gone | |
No keyboards, just Pearly Gates and a lot of sound pedals. | |
I have to go to my paroleboy | |
To remember just who I am | |
One thing else I don' t enjoy is | |
Forgetting her monogram | |
She electrifies my physical mass | |
She really turns me on | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
She quite simply wrecks me | |
She just tears me apart | |
She screws me up and skewers me | |
She made it quite an art | |
She guts me like a hollowpoint | |
She really turns me on | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
Yeah, Billy | |
I know what you mean | |
It' s the smell of the dress | |
That made my mind a mess | |
It' s her chokin' throat | |
Really gets my goattee and amen | |
Yes, indeed | |
She makes my head and heart bleed | |
Been so long since I knocked some off | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
Tell me about it |
zuò cí : Gibbons, Hardy, Moon, Wonder | |
Album: Rhythmeen | |
Title: My Mind Is Gone | |
No keyboards, just Pearly Gates and a lot of sound pedals. | |
I have to go to my paroleboy | |
To remember just who I am | |
One thing else I don' t enjoy is | |
Forgetting her monogram | |
She electrifies my physical mass | |
She really turns me on | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
She quite simply wrecks me | |
She just tears me apart | |
She screws me up and skewers me | |
She made it quite an art | |
She guts me like a hollowpoint | |
She really turns me on | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
Yeah, Billy | |
I know what you mean | |
It' s the smell of the dress | |
That made my mind a mess | |
It' s her chokin' throat | |
Really gets my goattee and amen | |
Yes, indeed | |
She makes my head and heart bleed | |
Been so long since I knocked some off | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
My mind is gone | |
Tell me about it |