歌曲 | Yard Trip #7 |
歌手 | Screaming Trees |
专辑 | Buzz Factory |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Screaming Trees | |
Yard trip number seven's | |
The one that they painted on the lawn | |
And if we load it up into this gun | |
Soon it'll all be gone | |
Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth | |
In the desert wind i would have a grin | |
That might shatter the earth | |
Whoa | |
There's three short ways to live again | |
Crumble like paper upon my skin | |
They all tell you to try | |
But you're gonna cry | |
When no one cares where you've been | |
Couple days of driving in circles i'd rather spin | |
We've got eight more lives and two more tries | |
And six ways for drifting beyond | |
Whoa | |
Yard trip number seven's the one they | |
Tried to steal from heaven | |
And if we load it up into this gun | |
Soon it'll all be gone | |
Whoa |
zuo ci : Screaming Trees | |
Yard trip number seven' s | |
The one that they painted on the lawn | |
And if we load it up into this gun | |
Soon it' ll all be gone | |
Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth | |
In the desert wind i would have a grin | |
That might shatter the earth | |
Whoa | |
There' s three short ways to live again | |
Crumble like paper upon my skin | |
They all tell you to try | |
But you' re gonna cry | |
When no one cares where you' ve been | |
Couple days of driving in circles i' d rather spin | |
We' ve got eight more lives and two more tries | |
And six ways for drifting beyond | |
Whoa | |
Yard trip number seven' s the one they | |
Tried to steal from heaven | |
And if we load it up into this gun | |
Soon it' ll all be gone | |
Whoa |
zuò cí : Screaming Trees | |
Yard trip number seven' s | |
The one that they painted on the lawn | |
And if we load it up into this gun | |
Soon it' ll all be gone | |
Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth | |
In the desert wind i would have a grin | |
That might shatter the earth | |
Whoa | |
There' s three short ways to live again | |
Crumble like paper upon my skin | |
They all tell you to try | |
But you' re gonna cry | |
When no one cares where you' ve been | |
Couple days of driving in circles i' d rather spin | |
We' ve got eight more lives and two more tries | |
And six ways for drifting beyond | |
Whoa | |
Yard trip number seven' s the one they | |
Tried to steal from heaven | |
And if we load it up into this gun | |
Soon it' ll all be gone | |
Whoa |