Don't De-Rock Me 歌词
| 歌曲 | Don't De-Rock Me |
| 歌手 | Tesla |
| 专辑 | Psychotic Supper |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barbiero, Skeoch | |
| I ain't no program on your television screen. | |
| They only taught me what they wanted me to be. | |
| Heard all your so-called facts. | |
| Now hit me with the truth. | |
| Takes a lotta nerve the way you played me for the fool. | |
| It's my personal selection to fly in my own direction. | |
| No time for fuckin' 'round with mediocrity. | |
| Takes ev'rything | |
| I got just tryin' to be me. | |
| Life's like a highway. | |
| We're all try'n' to stay on time. | |
| Travel atcha own speed. | |
| You take your lane, | |
| I'll take mine. | |
| Don't believe all that you hear or half of whatcha see. ' | |
| S'waste o' time to criticize. | |
| Don't de-rock me. [Chorus:] | |
| Don't de-rock me. | |
| Don't de-rock me. | |
| You be you and | |
| I'll be me. | |
| Don't de-rock me. "Backstage Betty", banana in her cherry, in the shower down on her knees. | |
| Like to think she'll own ya if she'll do all that ya please. | |
| Hurts like a mother bein' cursed by a punter who's five sheets to the wind. | |
| Won't stop at nothin', claimin' to be cousin till security lets 'em in. | |
| Now I'm no symbol of perfection, so why deal with this infection? | |
| Tired of bein' treated like some piece of property. | |
| Fakes, lies, patronizin' don't sit well with me. | |
| Blastin' down the highway, try'n' to stay between the lines. | |
| You can get to where you're go'n'. | |
| Just don't ignore the signs. | |
| Don't de-rock me. | |
| Don't de-rock me. ' | |
| S'waste o' time to criticize. | |
| Don't de-rock me. [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Barbiero, Skeoch | |
| I ain' t no program on your television screen. | |
| They only taught me what they wanted me to be. | |
| Heard all your socalled facts. | |
| Now hit me with the truth. | |
| Takes a lotta nerve the way you played me for the fool. | |
| It' s my personal selection to fly in my own direction. | |
| No time for fuckin' ' round with mediocrity. | |
| Takes ev' rything | |
| I got just tryin' to be me. | |
| Life' s like a highway. | |
| We' re all try' n' to stay on time. | |
| Travel atcha own speed. | |
| You take your lane, | |
| I' ll take mine. | |
| Don' t believe all that you hear or half of whatcha see. ' | |
| S' waste o' time to criticize. | |
| Don' t derock me. Chorus: | |
| Don' t derock me. | |
| Don' t derock me. | |
| You be you and | |
| I' ll be me. | |
| Don' t derock me. " Backstage Betty", banana in her cherry, in the shower down on her knees. | |
| Like to think she' ll own ya if she' ll do all that ya please. | |
| Hurts like a mother bein' cursed by a punter who' s five sheets to the wind. | |
| Won' t stop at nothin', claimin' to be cousin till security lets ' em in. | |
| Now I' m no symbol of perfection, so why deal with this infection? | |
| Tired of bein' treated like some piece of property. | |
| Fakes, lies, patronizin' don' t sit well with me. | |
| Blastin' down the highway, try' n' to stay between the lines. | |
| You can get to where you' re go' n'. | |
| Just don' t ignore the signs. | |
| Don' t derock me. | |
| Don' t derock me. ' | |
| S' waste o' time to criticize. | |
| Don' t derock me. Chorus |
| zuò cí : Barbiero, Skeoch | |
| I ain' t no program on your television screen. | |
| They only taught me what they wanted me to be. | |
| Heard all your socalled facts. | |
| Now hit me with the truth. | |
| Takes a lotta nerve the way you played me for the fool. | |
| It' s my personal selection to fly in my own direction. | |
| No time for fuckin' ' round with mediocrity. | |
| Takes ev' rything | |
| I got just tryin' to be me. | |
| Life' s like a highway. | |
| We' re all try' n' to stay on time. | |
| Travel atcha own speed. | |
| You take your lane, | |
| I' ll take mine. | |
| Don' t believe all that you hear or half of whatcha see. ' | |
| S' waste o' time to criticize. | |
| Don' t derock me. Chorus: | |
| Don' t derock me. | |
| Don' t derock me. | |
| You be you and | |
| I' ll be me. | |
| Don' t derock me. " Backstage Betty", banana in her cherry, in the shower down on her knees. | |
| Like to think she' ll own ya if she' ll do all that ya please. | |
| Hurts like a mother bein' cursed by a punter who' s five sheets to the wind. | |
| Won' t stop at nothin', claimin' to be cousin till security lets ' em in. | |
| Now I' m no symbol of perfection, so why deal with this infection? | |
| Tired of bein' treated like some piece of property. | |
| Fakes, lies, patronizin' don' t sit well with me. | |
| Blastin' down the highway, try' n' to stay between the lines. | |
| You can get to where you' re go' n'. | |
| Just don' t ignore the signs. | |
| Don' t derock me. | |
| Don' t derock me. ' | |
| S' waste o' time to criticize. | |
| Don' t derock me. Chorus |
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