歌曲 | Michigan Jesus |
歌手 | Thought Industry |
专辑 | Mods Carve The Pig: Assassins, Toads, And God's Flesh |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
[Brent:]</i> | |
Christ, you've toiled hard. | |
So grab a stool. | |
You get to buy the first round. [Jesus:]</i> | |
Guiness Stout? [Brent:]</i> | |
I'll cleanse your feet with my beer. | |
We'll have another round, | |
Collin. May | |
I bum a smoke? | |
Thank you. [Jesus:]</i> | |
Citizens, the proletariat will rise. | |
Marx was right to believe in something new. [Dippy:]</i> | |
Can I quote that? [Jesus:]</i> | |
Government, reduced to a momentary guard. | |
I was born just a man within a plan. [Lippy:]</i> | |
That's with a "J", right? [Brent:]</i> | |
Christ, the girls are onto you. | |
A godless herd. | |
But I don't believe in god either. [Jesus:]</i> | |
And neither do | |
I. [Brent:]</i> | |
Let's pound some shots of | |
Quervo. I'm always thinking wrong loaded. | |
So, damn it, come along. | |
We'll sing. [Jesus, Brent, and the People:]</i> | |
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. | |
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. [Dippy:]</i> | |
Genius, who's your agent? [Lippy:]</i> | |
Is that in | |
Hebrew? [Brent:]</i> | |
I'm outta here. | |
Call me a taxi. | |
Christ, my keys. | |
You sure know how to drink my friend | |
J.C. [Dippy:]</i> | |
I love you. [People:]</i> | |
Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you | |
Jesus, too. | |
Please come back to conclude in lost | |
Hebrew. [Lippy:]</i> | |
Please, don't leave. [Jesus:]</i> | |
Thank you much. | |
Come meet my wife at the laundromat. |
zuo ci : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
Brent: i | |
Christ, you' ve toiled hard. | |
So grab a stool. | |
You get to buy the first round. Jesus: i | |
Guiness Stout? Brent: i | |
I' ll cleanse your feet with my beer. | |
We' ll have another round, | |
Collin. May | |
I bum a smoke? | |
Thank you. Jesus: i | |
Citizens, the proletariat will rise. | |
Marx was right to believe in something new. Dippy: i | |
Can I quote that? Jesus: i | |
Government, reduced to a momentary guard. | |
I was born just a man within a plan. Lippy: i | |
That' s with a " J", right? Brent: i | |
Christ, the girls are onto you. | |
A godless herd. | |
But I don' t believe in god either. Jesus: i | |
And neither do | |
I. Brent: i | |
Let' s pound some shots of | |
Quervo. I' m always thinking wrong loaded. | |
So, damn it, come along. | |
We' ll sing. Jesus, Brent, and the People: i | |
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. | |
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. Dippy: i | |
Genius, who' s your agent? Lippy: i | |
Is that in | |
Hebrew? Brent: i | |
I' m outta here. | |
Call me a taxi. | |
Christ, my keys. | |
You sure know how to drink my friend | |
J. C. Dippy: i | |
I love you. People: i | |
Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you | |
Jesus, too. | |
Please come back to conclude in lost | |
Hebrew. Lippy: i | |
Please, don' t leave. Jesus: i | |
Thank you much. | |
Come meet my wife at the laundromat. |
zuò cí : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
Brent: i | |
Christ, you' ve toiled hard. | |
So grab a stool. | |
You get to buy the first round. Jesus: i | |
Guiness Stout? Brent: i | |
I' ll cleanse your feet with my beer. | |
We' ll have another round, | |
Collin. May | |
I bum a smoke? | |
Thank you. Jesus: i | |
Citizens, the proletariat will rise. | |
Marx was right to believe in something new. Dippy: i | |
Can I quote that? Jesus: i | |
Government, reduced to a momentary guard. | |
I was born just a man within a plan. Lippy: i | |
That' s with a " J", right? Brent: i | |
Christ, the girls are onto you. | |
A godless herd. | |
But I don' t believe in god either. Jesus: i | |
And neither do | |
I. Brent: i | |
Let' s pound some shots of | |
Quervo. I' m always thinking wrong loaded. | |
So, damn it, come along. | |
We' ll sing. Jesus, Brent, and the People: i | |
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. | |
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. Dippy: i | |
Genius, who' s your agent? Lippy: i | |
Is that in | |
Hebrew? Brent: i | |
I' m outta here. | |
Call me a taxi. | |
Christ, my keys. | |
You sure know how to drink my friend | |
J. C. Dippy: i | |
I love you. People: i | |
Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you | |
Jesus, too. | |
Please come back to conclude in lost | |
Hebrew. Lippy: i | |
Please, don' t leave. Jesus: i | |
Thank you much. | |
Come meet my wife at the laundromat. |