| 作词 : Barlow, Gaffney, Loewenstein | |
| Now’s the time to melt to walls | |
| Needles and pins and a voodoo doll | |
| With you I’ll gladly overdose | |
| One march to snow, the heavens know | |
| Bring me through your please-me groove (?) | |
| Lost, bitter, pain is flowing through | |
| She’s just a flower choked by weeds | |
| I’ve got to try to cure my need | |
| Obsessed with selection, | |
| I’m a boy with horns | |
| An eyeful of reflection, | |
| I know no form | |
| Change the infusion, do it alone | |
| Land jeeps stammering, disrupt the flow | |
| Close to death, foolish and trashed | |
| Heart drawn in ashes; drink down another glass | |
| I wish that | |
| I couldn’t stand | |
| We could put this cyclone in a trance | |
| Believe you angelic one, my nerves are tried | |
| I aim to conquer and divide | |
| I see the holy picture to know | |
| Maybe a werewolf chewin’ on your bones | |
| Wondering forever, uncertain of my health | |
| Like me I saw you hiding, drowning in yourself | |
| Scrambling my heart, trembling a laugh | |
| You can’t fool me; you’re no pussycat |
| zuo ci : Barlow, Gaffney, Loewenstein | |
| Now' s the time to melt to walls | |
| Needles and pins and a voodoo doll | |
| With you I' ll gladly overdose | |
| One march to snow, the heavens know | |
| Bring me through your pleaseme groove ? | |
| Lost, bitter, pain is flowing through | |
| She' s just a flower choked by weeds | |
| I' ve got to try to cure my need | |
| Obsessed with selection, | |
| I' m a boy with horns | |
| An eyeful of reflection, | |
| I know no form | |
| Change the infusion, do it alone | |
| Land jeeps stammering, disrupt the flow | |
| Close to death, foolish and trashed | |
| Heart drawn in ashes drink down another glass | |
| I wish that | |
| I couldn' t stand | |
| We could put this cyclone in a trance | |
| Believe you angelic one, my nerves are tried | |
| I aim to conquer and divide | |
| I see the holy picture to know | |
| Maybe a werewolf chewin' on your bones | |
| Wondering forever, uncertain of my health | |
| Like me I saw you hiding, drowning in yourself | |
| Scrambling my heart, trembling a laugh | |
| You can' t fool me you' re no pussycat |
| zuò cí : Barlow, Gaffney, Loewenstein | |
| Now' s the time to melt to walls | |
| Needles and pins and a voodoo doll | |
| With you I' ll gladly overdose | |
| One march to snow, the heavens know | |
| Bring me through your pleaseme groove ? | |
| Lost, bitter, pain is flowing through | |
| She' s just a flower choked by weeds | |
| I' ve got to try to cure my need | |
| Obsessed with selection, | |
| I' m a boy with horns | |
| An eyeful of reflection, | |
| I know no form | |
| Change the infusion, do it alone | |
| Land jeeps stammering, disrupt the flow | |
| Close to death, foolish and trashed | |
| Heart drawn in ashes drink down another glass | |
| I wish that | |
| I couldn' t stand | |
| We could put this cyclone in a trance | |
| Believe you angelic one, my nerves are tried | |
| I aim to conquer and divide | |
| I see the holy picture to know | |
| Maybe a werewolf chewin' on your bones | |
| Wondering forever, uncertain of my health | |
| Like me I saw you hiding, drowning in yourself | |
| Scrambling my heart, trembling a laugh | |
| You can' t fool me you' re no pussycat |
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