歌曲 | Pot Head |
歌手 | Daniel Johnston |
专辑 | Songs of Pain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Man you look like old man’s eyes | |
When I saw you in that room | |
And now you’re on tour | |
They booked you in the asylum | |
You work so hard at being a buffoon | |
And now you ain’t got no incentive left | |
You popped your own balloon | |
You wanted to be somebody | |
But you ain’t nobody | |
You ain’t got no body | |
You’re just a head | |
You’re just a pothead | |
I heard one day they said you got so high | |
You ate up a chicken head and it was still alive | |
I have some friends who swear you did so don’t deny | |
Some day you’re gonna get so messed up | |
You’ll eat the head off your kid | |
And won’t you be sorry, pothead… | |
You brag to all your friends | |
About the fun you had last night | |
I wonder if you realize you forgot to brush your teeth | |
And then you’ll come a-bummin’ | |
Asking for some money | |
You even tried to roll the sacred pages | |
And you burnt your lip | |
That lip is has a trench in it | |
Where that wild **** sits | |
Sucking like a parasite | |
Of any sense you might have left | |
You say that you are happy | |
And you like stormy weather | |
Well I think that you’re just dumb | |
And you don’t know any better | |
You play your rock and roll guitar | |
You say you’re gonna be a big star | |
But everyone in this neighborhood | |
Knows just who you are | |
No I ain’t tryin’ to be hard | |
I don’t mean to be cruel | |
I’m just tryin’ to say something that’ll shock… | |
You into going back… to school | |
Or maybe at least reality | |
In this year | |
You wanted to be somebody | |
But you ain’t nobody | |
You ain’t got no body | |
You’re just a head |
Man you look like old man' s eyes | |
When I saw you in that room | |
And now you' re on tour | |
They booked you in the asylum | |
You work so hard at being a buffoon | |
And now you ain' t got no incentive left | |
You popped your own balloon | |
You wanted to be somebody | |
But you ain' t nobody | |
You ain' t got no body | |
You' re just a head | |
You' re just a pothead | |
I heard one day they said you got so high | |
You ate up a chicken head and it was still alive | |
I have some friends who swear you did so don' t deny | |
Some day you' re gonna get so messed up | |
You' ll eat the head off your kid | |
And won' t you be sorry, pothead | |
You brag to all your friends | |
About the fun you had last night | |
I wonder if you realize you forgot to brush your teeth | |
And then you' ll come abummin' | |
Asking for some money | |
You even tried to roll the sacred pages | |
And you burnt your lip | |
That lip is has a trench in it | |
Where that wild sits | |
Sucking like a parasite | |
Of any sense you might have left | |
You say that you are happy | |
And you like stormy weather | |
Well I think that you' re just dumb | |
And you don' t know any better | |
You play your rock and roll guitar | |
You say you' re gonna be a big star | |
But everyone in this neighborhood | |
Knows just who you are | |
No I ain' t tryin' to be hard | |
I don' t mean to be cruel | |
I' m just tryin' to say something that' ll shock | |
You into going back to school | |
Or maybe at least reality | |
In this year | |
You wanted to be somebody | |
But you ain' t nobody | |
You ain' t got no body | |
You' re just a head |
Man you look like old man' s eyes | |
When I saw you in that room | |
And now you' re on tour | |
They booked you in the asylum | |
You work so hard at being a buffoon | |
And now you ain' t got no incentive left | |
You popped your own balloon | |
You wanted to be somebody | |
But you ain' t nobody | |
You ain' t got no body | |
You' re just a head | |
You' re just a pothead | |
I heard one day they said you got so high | |
You ate up a chicken head and it was still alive | |
I have some friends who swear you did so don' t deny | |
Some day you' re gonna get so messed up | |
You' ll eat the head off your kid | |
And won' t you be sorry, pothead | |
You brag to all your friends | |
About the fun you had last night | |
I wonder if you realize you forgot to brush your teeth | |
And then you' ll come abummin' | |
Asking for some money | |
You even tried to roll the sacred pages | |
And you burnt your lip | |
That lip is has a trench in it | |
Where that wild sits | |
Sucking like a parasite | |
Of any sense you might have left | |
You say that you are happy | |
And you like stormy weather | |
Well I think that you' re just dumb | |
And you don' t know any better | |
You play your rock and roll guitar | |
You say you' re gonna be a big star | |
But everyone in this neighborhood | |
Knows just who you are | |
No I ain' t tryin' to be hard | |
I don' t mean to be cruel | |
I' m just tryin' to say something that' ll shock | |
You into going back to school | |
Or maybe at least reality | |
In this year | |
You wanted to be somebody | |
But you ain' t nobody | |
You ain' t got no body | |
You' re just a head |