歌曲 | Insane, Insane Again |
歌手 | J. Geils Band |
专辑 | Freeze Frame |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Justman | |
Mad dog in the hallway and my head is filled with fire | |
Panic rules the moment with no mercy or desire | |
Ran across the blackened sand to get a soft ice cream | |
And now my mouth is burning crimson in a long and bloody dream | |
Sometimes I wonder 'bout these physical disorders | |
My only contact is with TV news distorters | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I'm insane, insane again | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
Puppets with directions they whisper in my ears | |
Circled stairs around me drip with long forgotten tears | |
Nothing done without a motive, proving they were smart | |
Every path they traced for me another kind of chart | |
Corporate Christie says it all the meeting is a-twist | |
My pulse is fading quickly you can feel it on my wrist | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I'm insane, insane again | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
Open fire, shell shock, knee jerk, lock step | |
Shrink rap, clap trap, mind bend, echo send | |
Chicken coop, drug soup, nerve food, solitude | |
Back track, meat rack, cardiac, yakety, yakety, yak | |
Breathing room, I need some breathing room | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
Mama, won't you tell me please, please what is goin' on? | |
I have seen with madhouse vision | |
No conclusions can be drawn | |
My mind is inside out and all the clarity is gone | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I'm insane, insane again | |
Bending over backwards in a rush to comprehend | |
Help me, help me, mama, I'm insane, insane again |
zuo ci : Justman | |
Mad dog in the hallway and my head is filled with fire | |
Panic rules the moment with no mercy or desire | |
Ran across the blackened sand to get a soft ice cream | |
And now my mouth is burning crimson in a long and bloody dream | |
Sometimes I wonder ' bout these physical disorders | |
My only contact is with TV news distorters | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I' m insane, insane again | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
Puppets with directions they whisper in my ears | |
Circled stairs around me drip with long forgotten tears | |
Nothing done without a motive, proving they were smart | |
Every path they traced for me another kind of chart | |
Corporate Christie says it all the meeting is atwist | |
My pulse is fading quickly you can feel it on my wrist | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I' m insane, insane again | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
Open fire, shell shock, knee jerk, lock step | |
Shrink rap, clap trap, mind bend, echo send | |
Chicken coop, drug soup, nerve food, solitude | |
Back track, meat rack, cardiac, yakety, yakety, yak | |
Breathing room, I need some breathing room | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
Mama, won' t you tell me please, please what is goin' on? | |
I have seen with madhouse vision | |
No conclusions can be drawn | |
My mind is inside out and all the clarity is gone | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I' m insane, insane again | |
Bending over backwards in a rush to comprehend | |
Help me, help me, mama, I' m insane, insane again |
zuò cí : Justman | |
Mad dog in the hallway and my head is filled with fire | |
Panic rules the moment with no mercy or desire | |
Ran across the blackened sand to get a soft ice cream | |
And now my mouth is burning crimson in a long and bloody dream | |
Sometimes I wonder ' bout these physical disorders | |
My only contact is with TV news distorters | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I' m insane, insane again | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
Puppets with directions they whisper in my ears | |
Circled stairs around me drip with long forgotten tears | |
Nothing done without a motive, proving they were smart | |
Every path they traced for me another kind of chart | |
Corporate Christie says it all the meeting is atwist | |
My pulse is fading quickly you can feel it on my wrist | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I' m insane, insane again | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
I need some breathing room | |
Open fire, shell shock, knee jerk, lock step | |
Shrink rap, clap trap, mind bend, echo send | |
Chicken coop, drug soup, nerve food, solitude | |
Back track, meat rack, cardiac, yakety, yakety, yak | |
Breathing room, I need some breathing room | |
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax | |
Mama, won' t you tell me please, please what is goin' on? | |
I have seen with madhouse vision | |
No conclusions can be drawn | |
My mind is inside out and all the clarity is gone | |
Glancing over quickly at the words from brain to pen | |
All that I can tell you, I' m insane, insane again | |
Bending over backwards in a rush to comprehend | |
Help me, help me, mama, I' m insane, insane again |