| 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 |