歌曲 | Letters to Mommy |
歌手 | Desert Sessions |
专辑 | The Desert Sessions, Vol. 5: Poetry for the Masses |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My sweetheart is a yogi | |
The painter's still asleep | |
I'm stuck here in my scoggie | |
The smell is in trouble deep | |
The president's head is played | |
The garbage is pilin up | |
The schoolyard kids are playin | |
I'm on my second | |
Coke Nick's goin' with me | |
The neighbor's bangin | |
Don't make me a bug | |
Nick's goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won’t you come? | |
The dancin' sweetheart's smokin' | |
Mercury is higher | |
I’m scared to death but fallin' | |
Now Jupiter is on fire | |
I wish I had a dollar | |
For every dream | |
I've had The cat took off her collar | |
Now I need to calm her down | |
Nick's goin' to me | |
Guitars are playin' | |
You can hear them strum | |
We're goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won't you come? | |
It's called a crime of passion | |
It's called a circus tribe | |
The media teeth are nashing | |
While wearin' that anchor's smile | |
I sure can face the ocean | |
The desert burnt the toast | |
I wish I had some lotion | |
I feel like a piece of toast | |
Nick's goin' to leave | |
Bells are ringin' | |
Goin to death and to jump | |
We're goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won’t you come? | |
Oh, honey please, won’t you come? |
My sweetheart is a yogi | |
The painter' s still asleep | |
I' m stuck here in my scoggie | |
The smell is in trouble deep | |
The president' s head is played | |
The garbage is pilin up | |
The schoolyard kids are playin | |
I' m on my second | |
Coke Nick' s goin' with me | |
The neighbor' s bangin | |
Don' t make me a bug | |
Nick' s goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won t you come? | |
The dancin' sweetheart' s smokin' | |
Mercury is higher | |
I m scared to death but fallin' | |
Now Jupiter is on fire | |
I wish I had a dollar | |
For every dream | |
I' ve had The cat took off her collar | |
Now I need to calm her down | |
Nick' s goin' to me | |
Guitars are playin' | |
You can hear them strum | |
We' re goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won' t you come? | |
It' s called a crime of passion | |
It' s called a circus tribe | |
The media teeth are nashing | |
While wearin' that anchor' s smile | |
I sure can face the ocean | |
The desert burnt the toast | |
I wish I had some lotion | |
I feel like a piece of toast | |
Nick' s goin' to leave | |
Bells are ringin' | |
Goin to death and to jump | |
We' re goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won t you come? | |
Oh, honey please, won t you come? |
My sweetheart is a yogi | |
The painter' s still asleep | |
I' m stuck here in my scoggie | |
The smell is in trouble deep | |
The president' s head is played | |
The garbage is pilin up | |
The schoolyard kids are playin | |
I' m on my second | |
Coke Nick' s goin' with me | |
The neighbor' s bangin | |
Don' t make me a bug | |
Nick' s goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won t you come? | |
The dancin' sweetheart' s smokin' | |
Mercury is higher | |
I m scared to death but fallin' | |
Now Jupiter is on fire | |
I wish I had a dollar | |
For every dream | |
I' ve had The cat took off her collar | |
Now I need to calm her down | |
Nick' s goin' to me | |
Guitars are playin' | |
You can hear them strum | |
We' re goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won' t you come? | |
It' s called a crime of passion | |
It' s called a circus tribe | |
The media teeth are nashing | |
While wearin' that anchor' s smile | |
I sure can face the ocean | |
The desert burnt the toast | |
I wish I had some lotion | |
I feel like a piece of toast | |
Nick' s goin' to leave | |
Bells are ringin' | |
Goin to death and to jump | |
We' re goin' to a hangin' | |
Oh, honey please, won t you come? | |
Oh, honey please, won t you come? |