Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed 歌词
| 歌曲 | Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed |
| 歌手 | David Bowie |
| 专辑 | Man of Words/Man of Music |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bowie | |
| Spy, spy, pretty girl | |
| I see you see me through your window | |
| Don't turn your nose up | |
| Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last | |
| It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house | |
| And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you | |
| Well, I'm the cream, yeah, of the great Utopia dream | |
| And you're the gleam, yeah, of the great Utopia dream | |
| I'm a phallus in pigtails, and there's blood on my nose | |
| And my tissue is rotting, where the rats chew my bone | |
| And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain | |
| I keep having this brainstorm, about twelve times a day | |
| Now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed | |
| As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed | |
| I got eyes in my backside, that see electric tomatoes | |
| On credit card rye bread, there are children in washrooms | |
| Holding hands with a queen, and my heads full of murders | |
| Where only killers scream | |
| So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed | |
| As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed | |
| Now you run from your window, to the porcelain bowl | |
| And you're sick from your ears, to the red parquet floor | |
| You should spend the morning walking with me quite amazed | |
| As I'm unwashed and happily slightly dazed |
| zuo ci : Bowie | |
| Spy, spy, pretty girl | |
| I see you see me through your window | |
| Don' t turn your nose up | |
| Well, you can if you need to, you won' t be the first or last | |
| It must strain you to look down so far from your father' s house | |
| And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you | |
| Well, I' m the cream, yeah, of the great Utopia dream | |
| And you' re the gleam, yeah, of the great Utopia dream | |
| I' m a phallus in pigtails, and there' s blood on my nose | |
| And my tissue is rotting, where the rats chew my bone | |
| And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain | |
| I keep having this brainstorm, about twelve times a day | |
| Now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed | |
| As I' m unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed | |
| I got eyes in my backside, that see electric tomatoes | |
| On credit card rye bread, there are children in washrooms | |
| Holding hands with a queen, and my heads full of murders | |
| Where only killers scream | |
| So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed | |
| As I' m unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed | |
| Now you run from your window, to the porcelain bowl | |
| And you' re sick from your ears, to the red parquet floor | |
| You should spend the morning walking with me quite amazed | |
| As I' m unwashed and happily slightly dazed |
| zuò cí : Bowie | |
| Spy, spy, pretty girl | |
| I see you see me through your window | |
| Don' t turn your nose up | |
| Well, you can if you need to, you won' t be the first or last | |
| It must strain you to look down so far from your father' s house | |
| And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you | |
| Well, I' m the cream, yeah, of the great Utopia dream | |
| And you' re the gleam, yeah, of the great Utopia dream | |
| I' m a phallus in pigtails, and there' s blood on my nose | |
| And my tissue is rotting, where the rats chew my bone | |
| And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain | |
| I keep having this brainstorm, about twelve times a day | |
| Now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed | |
| As I' m unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed | |
| I got eyes in my backside, that see electric tomatoes | |
| On credit card rye bread, there are children in washrooms | |
| Holding hands with a queen, and my heads full of murders | |
| Where only killers scream | |
| So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed | |
| As I' m unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed | |
| Now you run from your window, to the porcelain bowl | |
| And you' re sick from your ears, to the red parquet floor | |
| You should spend the morning walking with me quite amazed | |
| As I' m unwashed and happily slightly dazed |
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