歌曲 | Crystal Clear (Beer) |
歌手 | Beck |
专辑 | Stereopathetic Soul Manure |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beck | |
Plastic donut, can of SPAM | |
There's no kindness in this land | |
But ya better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer | |
Coffee clothing pasted on | |
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone | |
And you better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hear | |
Hitch my horse up to the town | |
I got my toenails painted brown | |
And you better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She'll cut you down and put the blame on me | |
Just a muscle in a bag | |
Throw my baby, don't let her sag | |
And better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer |
zuo ci : Beck | |
Plastic donut, can of SPAM | |
There' s no kindness in this land | |
But ya better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She' s gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer | |
Coffee clothing pasted on | |
Clean my gravestone when I' m gone | |
And you better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She' s got a whole pile of things you don' t wanna hear | |
Hitch my horse up to the town | |
I got my toenails painted brown | |
And you better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She' ll cut you down and put the blame on me | |
Just a muscle in a bag | |
Throw my baby, don' t let her sag | |
And better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer |
zuò cí : Beck | |
Plastic donut, can of SPAM | |
There' s no kindness in this land | |
But ya better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She' s gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer | |
Coffee clothing pasted on | |
Clean my gravestone when I' m gone | |
And you better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She' s got a whole pile of things you don' t wanna hear | |
Hitch my horse up to the town | |
I got my toenails painted brown | |
And you better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She' ll cut you down and put the blame on me | |
Just a muscle in a bag | |
Throw my baby, don' t let her sag | |
And better not let my good gal catch you here | |
She gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain rat beer |