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Bottoms Up, Socrates
作詞:Neil Fallon, Jean Paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Richard Timothy Sult
They came marchin' down the street in robes In the spirit of the Spanish Inquisition Guitars and trombones Mechanical monkeys make good musicians
Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos Dead languages and living man's lingoes Put the relics of the saint in a glass box And march him around the block
Hangin' on the words of a madman Islands in the abyss No use for the poet When the hopeless seek no bliss
Mason jars of petroleum You know those kids don't play And should you ever get a hold of them I'll tell you exactly what they'll say
Time we told you son about the family curse And when they opened up the diary To gain an explanation They find only terminal verse
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Hangin' on the words of a madman Islands in the abyss No use for the poet When the hopeless seek no bliss
X-ray visions, eye in the sky And the naked being led by the blind So Bottoms up, Socrates Hemlock straight up goes down easy
Hangin' on the words of a madman Islands in the abyss No use for the poet When the hopeless seek no bliss
X-ray visions, eye in the sky And the naked being led by the blind So Bottoms up, Socrates Hemlock tastes like ripple wine
X-ray visions, eye in the sky the naked being led by the blind So Bottoms up, Socrates Hemlock straight up goes down easy
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