Mouthful of Shit

歌曲 Mouthful of Shit
歌手 Chumbawamba
专辑 Anarchy

歌词

作曲 : Chumbawamba
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card
Good call
What's the crack what's the damage done today
From teh commons to the common a banana skin away
Knock it back knock it out
Chuck a nightmare dart
Quiet Compere on the mic turns turning to the court
Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack
Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
Up yer ronson
Take a tab
With a flash of zippo light
Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right
Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand
A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam
Local lad made bad with cowboy charm
Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb
Pass the mic
Karaoke with the yesteryear stars
Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire

拼音

zuò qǔ : Chumbawamba
I can' t hear you ' cos your mouth' s full of shit
Do something about it
Well I' m really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card
Good call
What' s the crack what' s the damage done today
From teh commons to the common a banana skin away
Knock it back knock it out
Chuck a nightmare dart
Quiet Compere on the mic turns turning to the court
Putting beef volauvents across the union jack
Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back
I can' t hear you ' cos your mouth' s full of shit
Do something about it
You think you' re god' s gift
You' re liar
I wouldn' t piss on you if you were on fire
Up yer ronson
Take a tab
With a flash of zippo light
Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right
Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand
A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam
Local lad made bad with cowboy charm
Claims he doesn' t really mean every screw' emall barb
Pass the mic
Karaoke with the yesteryear stars
Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start
I can' t hear you ' cos your mouth' s full of shit
Do something about it
You think you' re god' s gift
You' re liar
I wouldn' t piss on you if you were on fire