歌曲 | Skratz |
歌手 | The Residents |
专辑 | Meet The Residents |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Residents | |
The bedposts are cool to the touch | |
The sheets are crumpled into an Oldenburg | |
Three hairs rolled over his undershirt | |
A spare tire rolled under his overshirt | |
But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
(Dirty Fingernail) | |
Ollie wasn't young like he was last night | |
Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
(Dirty Fingernails) | |
The sheets still showed the yellow spot | |
Ann ran her tongue along the ridges by the Gulf | |
Thoughts slipped into valleys | |
Concealed by dense Mexicali underbush hair | |
A flag ran up his pole | |
And waved firmness with wings | |
But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
(Dirty Fingernails) | |
Ollie wasn't at all as young like he was last night | |
Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
(Dirty Fingernails) | |
The sheets still showed the yellow spot |
zuo ci : Residents | |
The bedposts are cool to the touch | |
The sheets are crumpled into an Oldenburg | |
Three hairs rolled over his undershirt | |
A spare tire rolled under his overshirt | |
But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
Dirty Fingernail | |
Ollie wasn' t young like he was last night | |
Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
Dirty Fingernails | |
The sheets still showed the yellow spot | |
Ann ran her tongue along the ridges by the Gulf | |
Thoughts slipped into valleys | |
Concealed by dense Mexicali underbush hair | |
A flag ran up his pole | |
And waved firmness with wings | |
But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
Dirty Fingernails | |
Ollie wasn' t at all as young like he was last night | |
Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
Dirty Fingernails | |
The sheets still showed the yellow spot |
zuò cí : Residents | |
The bedposts are cool to the touch | |
The sheets are crumpled into an Oldenburg | |
Three hairs rolled over his undershirt | |
A spare tire rolled under his overshirt | |
But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
Dirty Fingernail | |
Ollie wasn' t young like he was last night | |
Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
Dirty Fingernails | |
The sheets still showed the yellow spot | |
Ann ran her tongue along the ridges by the Gulf | |
Thoughts slipped into valleys | |
Concealed by dense Mexicali underbush hair | |
A flag ran up his pole | |
And waved firmness with wings | |
But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
Dirty Fingernails | |
Ollie wasn' t at all as young like he was last night | |
Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz | |
Dirty Fingernails | |
The sheets still showed the yellow spot |