歌曲 | I Blew Up The Clinic Real Good |
歌手 | Steve Taylor |
专辑 | Now The Truth Can Be Told |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Taylor | |
I have the road in my blood | |
I drive a custom van | |
I play the tunes | |
I'm the neighborhood ice cream man | |
so don't you mess this boy around | |
The other day, when the clinic had its local debut | |
some chicks were trying to picket | |
the doctor threatened to sue | |
Now I don't care if it's a baby or a tissue blob | |
but if we run out of youngsters | |
I'll be out of a job, and so I | |
I did my duty cleaning up the neighborhood | |
I blew up the clinic real good | |
Try and catch me, coppers | |
you stinking badges better think again | |
before you mess this boy around | |
I've hung in Saigon just to see the special effects | |
I've hung from gravity boots for my Napoleon complex | |
It's time to close | |
ooh...there she blows | |
history in the making | |
you picked the fight | |
I picked dynamite | |
I blew up the clinic real good | |
Preacher on a corner | |
calling it a crime | |
says, "The end don't justify the means anytime" | |
I stood up on my van | |
I yelled, "Excuse me, sir. | |
Ain't nothing wrong with this country | |
that a few plastic explosives won't cure." |
zuo qu : Taylor | |
I have the road in my blood | |
I drive a custom van | |
I play the tunes | |
I' m the neighborhood ice cream man | |
so don' t you mess this boy around | |
The other day, when the clinic had its local debut | |
some chicks were trying to picket | |
the doctor threatened to sue | |
Now I don' t care if it' s a baby or a tissue blob | |
but if we run out of youngsters | |
I' ll be out of a job, and so I | |
I did my duty cleaning up the neighborhood | |
I blew up the clinic real good | |
Try and catch me, coppers | |
you stinking badges better think again | |
before you mess this boy around | |
I' ve hung in Saigon just to see the special effects | |
I' ve hung from gravity boots for my Napoleon complex | |
It' s time to close | |
ooh... there she blows | |
history in the making | |
you picked the fight | |
I picked dynamite | |
I blew up the clinic real good | |
Preacher on a corner | |
calling it a crime | |
says, " The end don' t justify the means anytime" | |
I stood up on my van | |
I yelled, " Excuse me, sir. | |
Ain' t nothing wrong with this country | |
that a few plastic explosives won' t cure." |
zuò qǔ : Taylor | |
I have the road in my blood | |
I drive a custom van | |
I play the tunes | |
I' m the neighborhood ice cream man | |
so don' t you mess this boy around | |
The other day, when the clinic had its local debut | |
some chicks were trying to picket | |
the doctor threatened to sue | |
Now I don' t care if it' s a baby or a tissue blob | |
but if we run out of youngsters | |
I' ll be out of a job, and so I | |
I did my duty cleaning up the neighborhood | |
I blew up the clinic real good | |
Try and catch me, coppers | |
you stinking badges better think again | |
before you mess this boy around | |
I' ve hung in Saigon just to see the special effects | |
I' ve hung from gravity boots for my Napoleon complex | |
It' s time to close | |
ooh... there she blows | |
history in the making | |
you picked the fight | |
I picked dynamite | |
I blew up the clinic real good | |
Preacher on a corner | |
calling it a crime | |
says, " The end don' t justify the means anytime" | |
I stood up on my van | |
I yelled, " Excuse me, sir. | |
Ain' t nothing wrong with this country | |
that a few plastic explosives won' t cure." |