歌曲 | You Wake Up Deadmen |
歌手 | Jandek |
专辑 | Worthless Recluse |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
You wake up deadmen | |
With your loose sex | |
You shout at them, | |
C’mon And as they fumble in half-delirium | |
You smash them back down dead | |
With a thud | |
Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle | |
Always keeping them as a collector | |
In a nearby trash barrel | |
Unless they completely break | |
And are fortunate enough to be swept away | |
And you, all knowing handler | |
You heartlessly say | |
You don’t know me, you don’t know | |
And we turn further to the grave | |
More lost than ever before | |
Unless some unknown force | |
And even then that island is an enigma (?) | |
And they long for the trash barrel | |
And your scathing rebuke | |
Ah you knew them well | |
Before you consulted the night | |
And their dreary ways | |
Your instinct is the truest thing | |
Your hate is the staunchest foe | |
Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired | |
Take it from a friend |
You wake up deadmen | |
With your loose sex | |
You shout at them, | |
C' mon And as they fumble in halfdelirium | |
You smash them back down dead | |
With a thud | |
Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle | |
Always keeping them as a collector | |
In a nearby trash barrel | |
Unless they completely break | |
And are fortunate enough to be swept away | |
And you, all knowing handler | |
You heartlessly say | |
You don' t know me, you don' t know | |
And we turn further to the grave | |
More lost than ever before | |
Unless some unknown force | |
And even then that island is an enigma ? | |
And they long for the trash barrel | |
And your scathing rebuke | |
Ah you knew them well | |
Before you consulted the night | |
And their dreary ways | |
Your instinct is the truest thing | |
Your hate is the staunchest foe | |
Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired | |
Take it from a friend |
You wake up deadmen | |
With your loose sex | |
You shout at them, | |
C' mon And as they fumble in halfdelirium | |
You smash them back down dead | |
With a thud | |
Or drain them dry and throw them aside like an empty bottle | |
Always keeping them as a collector | |
In a nearby trash barrel | |
Unless they completely break | |
And are fortunate enough to be swept away | |
And you, all knowing handler | |
You heartlessly say | |
You don' t know me, you don' t know | |
And we turn further to the grave | |
More lost than ever before | |
Unless some unknown force | |
And even then that island is an enigma ? | |
And they long for the trash barrel | |
And your scathing rebuke | |
Ah you knew them well | |
Before you consulted the night | |
And their dreary ways | |
Your instinct is the truest thing | |
Your hate is the staunchest foe | |
Your queen bee love leaves a lot to be desired | |
Take it from a friend |