| Come stumble my mirth beaten worker | |
| I'm Jezmund the family berzerker | |
| I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice | |
| The wind buffs the cabin | |
| You speak of your life | |
| Phish | |
| Or more willingly Locust the Lurker | |
| Confuse what you can of the ending | |
| And revise your despise so impending | |
| 'Cause I soak on the wrath | |
| That you didn't quite mask | |
| I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths | |
| Or mixed in with the signal you're sending | |
| As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can't I live while I'm young? | |
| But no peace for Jezmund tonight | |
| I plug the distress tube up tight | |
| And watch what I say as it flutters away | |
| And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay | |
| Not to educate somebody's fright | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Anastasio, Marshall |
| Come stumble my mirth beaten worker | |
| I' m Jezmund the family berzerker | |
| I' m bought for the price of a flagon of rice | |
| The wind buffs the cabin | |
| You speak of your life | |
| Phish | |
| Or more willingly Locust the Lurker | |
| Confuse what you can of the ending | |
| And revise your despise so impending | |
| ' Cause I soak on the wrath | |
| That you didn' t quite mask | |
| I' m getting it clearly through alternate paths | |
| Or mixed in with the signal you' re sending | |
| As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can' t I live while I' m young? | |
| But no peace for Jezmund tonight | |
| I plug the distress tube up tight | |
| And watch what I say as it flutters away | |
| And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay | |
| Not to educate somebody' s fright | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Anastasio, Marshall |
| Come stumble my mirth beaten worker | |
| I' m Jezmund the family berzerker | |
| I' m bought for the price of a flagon of rice | |
| The wind buffs the cabin | |
| You speak of your life | |
| Phish | |
| Or more willingly Locust the Lurker | |
| Confuse what you can of the ending | |
| And revise your despise so impending | |
| ' Cause I soak on the wrath | |
| That you didn' t quite mask | |
| I' m getting it clearly through alternate paths | |
| Or mixed in with the signal you' re sending | |
| As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned | |
| And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue | |
| Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun | |
| All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone | |
| Can' t I live while I' m young? | |
| But no peace for Jezmund tonight | |
| I plug the distress tube up tight | |
| And watch what I say as it flutters away | |
| And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay | |
| Not to educate somebody' s fright | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Anastasio, Marshall |
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