歌曲 | Blood From A Clone |
歌手 | George Harrison |
专辑 | The Dark Horse Years 1976 - 1992 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : HARRISON (GB) GEORGE | |
作词 : Harrison | |
They say they like it, now, but in the market it | |
May not go well as it's too laid back. | |
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like | |
Frank zappa | |
And not new wave they don't play that crap | |
Tyr beating your head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Don't have time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone | |
I hear a clock ticking | |
I feel the nitpicking | |
I almost quit kicking at the wall | |
There seems a confusion, under the illusion | |
That they know just what will suit you all | |
Beating my head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Ain't got time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone | |
There is no sense to it | |
Pure pounds and pence to it | |
They're so intense too makes me amazed | |
Don't want no music but, they're making you | |
Sick with | |
Some awful noises that may get played | |
By beating their heads on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Ain't no messing 'round with music | |
Give them the blood from a clone | |
Where will it all lead us | |
I thought we had freed us | |
From the mundane seems i'm wrong again | |
Could be they lack roots, they're still wearing | |
Jack boots they're | |
Marching somewhere in the pouring rain | |
Beating my head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Don't have time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone |
zuo qu : HARRISON GB GEORGE | |
zuo ci : Harrison | |
They say they like it, now, but in the market it | |
May not go well as it' s too laid back. | |
You need some oomphpapa, nothing like | |
Frank zappa | |
And not new wave they don' t play that crap | |
Tyr beating your head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Don' t have time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone | |
I hear a clock ticking | |
I feel the nitpicking | |
I almost quit kicking at the wall | |
There seems a confusion, under the illusion | |
That they know just what will suit you all | |
Beating my head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Ain' t got time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone | |
There is no sense to it | |
Pure pounds and pence to it | |
They' re so intense too makes me amazed | |
Don' t want no music but, they' re making you | |
Sick with | |
Some awful noises that may get played | |
By beating their heads on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Ain' t no messing ' round with music | |
Give them the blood from a clone | |
Where will it all lead us | |
I thought we had freed us | |
From the mundane seems i' m wrong again | |
Could be they lack roots, they' re still wearing | |
Jack boots they' re | |
Marching somewhere in the pouring rain | |
Beating my head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Don' t have time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone |
zuò qǔ : HARRISON GB GEORGE | |
zuò cí : Harrison | |
They say they like it, now, but in the market it | |
May not go well as it' s too laid back. | |
You need some oomphpapa, nothing like | |
Frank zappa | |
And not new wave they don' t play that crap | |
Tyr beating your head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Don' t have time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone | |
I hear a clock ticking | |
I feel the nitpicking | |
I almost quit kicking at the wall | |
There seems a confusion, under the illusion | |
That they know just what will suit you all | |
Beating my head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Ain' t got time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone | |
There is no sense to it | |
Pure pounds and pence to it | |
They' re so intense too makes me amazed | |
Don' t want no music but, they' re making you | |
Sick with | |
Some awful noises that may get played | |
By beating their heads on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Ain' t no messing ' round with music | |
Give them the blood from a clone | |
Where will it all lead us | |
I thought we had freed us | |
From the mundane seems i' m wrong again | |
Could be they lack roots, they' re still wearing | |
Jack boots they' re | |
Marching somewhere in the pouring rain | |
Beating my head on a brick wall | |
Hard like a stone | |
Don' t have time for the music | |
They want the blood from a clone |