歌曲 | Trust Your Mechanic |
歌手 | Dead Kennedys |
专辑 | Plastic Surgery Disasters |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dead Kennedys | |
TV invents a disease you think you have | |
So you buy our drugs and soon you depend on them | |
Pain is in your mind, gotcha comin' back for more | |
Again and again and again and again | |
Gonna rip you off, rip you off | |
Doctor says, "You need surgery now" | |
You're feelin' good till the side effects **** up something else | |
You're ensnared by the medicine man | |
Payin' up the ass again and again | |
Gonna rip you off | |
Trust your mechanic to mend your car | |
Bring it in to his garage | |
He tightens and loosens a few spare parts | |
One thing's fixed, another falls apart | |
And the rich cheat you | |
The magazine says your face don't look quite right | |
Unless you wear our brand new wonder cream tonight | |
Never look right again unless you grease your skin | |
Again and again and again and again | |
Gonna rip you off | |
Told you're depressed so of course you see the psychiatrist | |
Right when you hit your | |
Neurosis roots, he confuses you | |
He ****s your head up worse, gotcha feelin' helpless | |
You're comin' back for more again and again | |
Gonna rip you off, rip you off | |
Trust your mechanic to make you well | |
You're seein' an awful lot of him now | |
The quicker he makes your life fall apart | |
The more money you put in his pockets | |
Trust your mechanic to plug your holes | |
Trust him to make more somewhere else | |
Trust your mechanic, he'll always come through | |
And rip you off |
zuo ci : Dead Kennedys | |
TV invents a disease you think you have | |
So you buy our drugs and soon you depend on them | |
Pain is in your mind, gotcha comin' back for more | |
Again and again and again and again | |
Gonna rip you off, rip you off | |
Doctor says, " You need surgery now" | |
You' re feelin' good till the side effects up something else | |
You' re ensnared by the medicine man | |
Payin' up the ass again and again | |
Gonna rip you off | |
Trust your mechanic to mend your car | |
Bring it in to his garage | |
He tightens and loosens a few spare parts | |
One thing' s fixed, another falls apart | |
And the rich cheat you | |
The magazine says your face don' t look quite right | |
Unless you wear our brand new wonder cream tonight | |
Never look right again unless you grease your skin | |
Again and again and again and again | |
Gonna rip you off | |
Told you' re depressed so of course you see the psychiatrist | |
Right when you hit your | |
Neurosis roots, he confuses you | |
He s your head up worse, gotcha feelin' helpless | |
You' re comin' back for more again and again | |
Gonna rip you off, rip you off | |
Trust your mechanic to make you well | |
You' re seein' an awful lot of him now | |
The quicker he makes your life fall apart | |
The more money you put in his pockets | |
Trust your mechanic to plug your holes | |
Trust him to make more somewhere else | |
Trust your mechanic, he' ll always come through | |
And rip you off |
zuò cí : Dead Kennedys | |
TV invents a disease you think you have | |
So you buy our drugs and soon you depend on them | |
Pain is in your mind, gotcha comin' back for more | |
Again and again and again and again | |
Gonna rip you off, rip you off | |
Doctor says, " You need surgery now" | |
You' re feelin' good till the side effects up something else | |
You' re ensnared by the medicine man | |
Payin' up the ass again and again | |
Gonna rip you off | |
Trust your mechanic to mend your car | |
Bring it in to his garage | |
He tightens and loosens a few spare parts | |
One thing' s fixed, another falls apart | |
And the rich cheat you | |
The magazine says your face don' t look quite right | |
Unless you wear our brand new wonder cream tonight | |
Never look right again unless you grease your skin | |
Again and again and again and again | |
Gonna rip you off | |
Told you' re depressed so of course you see the psychiatrist | |
Right when you hit your | |
Neurosis roots, he confuses you | |
He s your head up worse, gotcha feelin' helpless | |
You' re comin' back for more again and again | |
Gonna rip you off, rip you off | |
Trust your mechanic to make you well | |
You' re seein' an awful lot of him now | |
The quicker he makes your life fall apart | |
The more money you put in his pockets | |
Trust your mechanic to plug your holes | |
Trust him to make more somewhere else | |
Trust your mechanic, he' ll always come through | |
And rip you off |