歌曲 | Too Much Blood - 2009 Re-Mastered Digital Version |
歌手 | The Rolling Stones |
专辑 | Undercover |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:M.Jagger/K.Richards Music:M.Jagger/K.Richards | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
To make some love | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And make some love | |
I can feel it in the air | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension everywhere | |
There is too much blood | |
Too much blood, well alright | |
Everything you see | |
On the movie screen is tame | |
Everything's gonna be arranged | |
A friend of mine was this Japanese. He had a girlfriend in | |
Paris. He tried to date her in six months and eventually she | |
said yes. You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her | |
head. Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her | |
piece by piece. Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the | |
freezer. And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de | |
Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the | |
bones. You don't believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction. | |
We drive through there every day. | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
Be number one, yeah | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And have some fun | |
I can feel it everywhere | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension in the air | |
There is too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much, yeah too much blood, alright | |
Did you ever see 'Texas Chain Saw Massacre'? Horrible, wasn't | |
it? You know people ask me: it is really true where you live | |
in Texas, it is really true what they do around there, people? | |
I say, 'yeah everytime I drive through the crossroads I get | |
scared there's a bloke running around with a fucking chain | |
saw. Oh oh no, gonna, oh no. Don't saw off me leg, don't saw | |
off me arm.' When I get to the movies, you know I'd like to | |
see something more romantic, you know. Like 'An Officer and a | |
Gentleman' or something. Something you can take the wife to, | |
you know what I mean? | |
Yeah! | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And have some fun | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And make some love | |
I can feel it everywhere | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension in the air | |
There is too much blood, too much blood | |
Oh yeah | |
Pretty ladies, don't be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don't be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don't be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don't be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don't despair | |
There's still so much love | |
Pretty ladies, don't despair | |
Too much, too much, yeah | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood |
Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
To make some love | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And make some love | |
I can feel it in the air | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension everywhere | |
There is too much blood | |
Too much blood, well alright | |
Everything you see | |
On the movie screen is tame | |
Everything' s gonna be arranged | |
A friend of mine was this Japanese. He had a girlfriend in | |
Paris. He tried to date her in six months and eventually she | |
said yes. You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her | |
head. Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her | |
piece by piece. Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the | |
freezer. And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de | |
Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the | |
bones. You don' t believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction. | |
We drive through there every day. | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
Be number one, yeah | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And have some fun | |
I can feel it everywhere | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension in the air | |
There is too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much, yeah too much blood, alright | |
Did you ever see ' Texas Chain Saw Massacre'? Horrible, wasn' t | |
it? You know people ask me: it is really true where you live | |
in Texas, it is really true what they do around there, people? | |
I say, ' yeah everytime I drive through the crossroads I get | |
scared there' s a bloke running around with a fucking chain | |
saw. Oh oh no, gonna, oh no. Don' t saw off me leg, don' t saw | |
off me arm.' When I get to the movies, you know I' d like to | |
see something more romantic, you know. Like ' An Officer and a | |
Gentleman' or something. Something you can take the wife to, | |
you know what I mean? | |
Yeah! | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And have some fun | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And make some love | |
I can feel it everywhere | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension in the air | |
There is too much blood, too much blood | |
Oh yeah | |
Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don' t despair | |
There' s still so much love | |
Pretty ladies, don' t despair | |
Too much, too much, yeah | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood |
Lyrics: M. Jagger K. Richards Music: M. Jagger K. Richards | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
To make some love | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And make some love | |
I can feel it in the air | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension everywhere | |
There is too much blood | |
Too much blood, well alright | |
Everything you see | |
On the movie screen is tame | |
Everything' s gonna be arranged | |
A friend of mine was this Japanese. He had a girlfriend in | |
Paris. He tried to date her in six months and eventually she | |
said yes. You know he took her to his apartment, cut off her | |
head. Put the rest of her body in the refrigerator, ate her | |
piece by piece. Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the | |
freezer. And when he ate her and took her bones to the Bois de | |
Boulogne, by chance a taxi driver noticed him burying the | |
bones. You don' t believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction. | |
We drive through there every day. | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
Be number one, yeah | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And have some fun | |
I can feel it everywhere | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension in the air | |
There is too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much, yeah too much blood, alright | |
Did you ever see ' Texas Chain Saw Massacre'? Horrible, wasn' t | |
it? You know people ask me: it is really true where you live | |
in Texas, it is really true what they do around there, people? | |
I say, ' yeah everytime I drive through the crossroads I get | |
scared there' s a bloke running around with a fucking chain | |
saw. Oh oh no, gonna, oh no. Don' t saw off me leg, don' t saw | |
off me arm.' When I get to the movies, you know I' d like to | |
see something more romantic, you know. Like ' An Officer and a | |
Gentleman' or something. Something you can take the wife to, | |
you know what I mean? | |
Yeah! | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And have some fun | |
I want to dance, I want to sing | |
I want to bust up everything | |
And make some love | |
I can feel it everywhere | |
Feel it up above | |
Feel the tension in the air | |
There is too much blood, too much blood | |
Oh yeah | |
Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don' t be scared | |
Pretty ladies, don' t despair | |
There' s still so much love | |
Pretty ladies, don' t despair | |
Too much, too much, yeah | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood | |
Too much blood, too much blood |