In The Union Of Wine 歌词

	作曲 : Gibb
	With fangs and red eyes, I boast my hairy shrine
	The sky stained poo drab as the dad drives
	Through the blunder and the cold, the cassette survives
	Brittle plastic, the tongue tied, and my week's favorite find
	In the union of wine, to be seen is to be blind
	The cassette is a lie, then to pause and to rewind
	I tripped through his front door
	Entangled clothes and bones as we lay warm
	He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan
	We then finish with a feast, fellowship of beef
	In the union of wine, I may be lost, but he is mine
	To be on top from behind and the odor of the refined
	I wore out his radio
	It's like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find
	And the truth that may be told as we piss in rows
	That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that
	In the union of wine, in my Walkman I am blind
	'Cause the cassette is a lie, to be born is to be blind
	In the union of wine, he's neither bold nor even bright
	In the union of wine, he's neither bold nor even bright

	zuo qu : Gibb
	With fangs and red eyes, I boast my hairy shrine
	The sky stained poo drab as the dad drives
	Through the blunder and the cold, the cassette survives
	Brittle plastic, the tongue tied, and my week' s favorite find
	In the union of wine, to be seen is to be blind
	The cassette is a lie, then to pause and to rewind
	I tripped through his front door
	Entangled clothes and bones as we lay warm
	He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan
	We then finish with a feast, fellowship of beef
	In the union of wine, I may be lost, but he is mine
	To be on top from behind and the odor of the refined
	I wore out his radio
	It' s like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find
	And the truth that may be told as we piss in rows
	That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that
	In the union of wine, in my Walkman I am blind
	' Cause the cassette is a lie, to be born is to be blind
	In the union of wine, he' s neither bold nor even bright
	In the union of wine, he' s neither bold nor even bright

	zuò qǔ : Gibb
	With fangs and red eyes, I boast my hairy shrine
	The sky stained poo drab as the dad drives
	Through the blunder and the cold, the cassette survives
	Brittle plastic, the tongue tied, and my week' s favorite find
	In the union of wine, to be seen is to be blind
	The cassette is a lie, then to pause and to rewind
	I tripped through his front door
	Entangled clothes and bones as we lay warm
	He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan
	We then finish with a feast, fellowship of beef
	In the union of wine, I may be lost, but he is mine
	To be on top from behind and the odor of the refined
	I wore out his radio
	It' s like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find
	And the truth that may be told as we piss in rows
	That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that
	In the union of wine, in my Walkman I am blind
	' Cause the cassette is a lie, to be born is to be blind
	In the union of wine, he' s neither bold nor even bright
	In the union of wine, he' s neither bold nor even bright

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