| Song | The Sweetest Song |
| Artist | The Wildhearts |
| Album | The Wildhearts |
| 作曲 : Wildhearts | |
| Come sucker fucking away the pain | |
| Doing the rounds again, bound, held down | |
| In a self made Hell that you picked in your own design | |
| And you would change your mind if you could turn back time | |
| Taking the piss out of the men you kissed | |
| Every cock you took, you fucked, you ditched | |
| And you would open up wide, hung dried and left out to die | |
| Your corpse ain't gonna be missed | |
| I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| And it went | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Just a cunt on the hunt for cunt who want that kind of meat | |
| A fuck in the ass and then they're back on the street | |
| They're just part of your grand design | |
| And you would change your mind if you could turn back time | |
| Shit talking lips around the tool | |
| Nothing but a cold pussy passed 'round all of the fools | |
| You're the last to know that what you sow you reap | |
| And you'll be reaping while weeping on the dick of a creep | |
| I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| And it went | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na | |
| Headfucking waste of ass, all cash and no class | |
| You ball breaking no good bitch | |
| Sitting pretty in pink and thinking your shit don't stink | |
| Aside from the twat you ain't all that | |
| And the boys will dance for a chance to lance your cancerous cunt | |
| You're the last disease on the block | |
| That cock, that fresh erection is the next in line for your black infection | |
| I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| And it went | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na |
| zuò qǔ : Wildhearts | |
| Come sucker fucking away the pain | |
| Doing the rounds again, bound, held down | |
| In a self made Hell that you picked in your own design | |
| And you would change your mind if you could turn back time | |
| Taking the piss out of the men you kissed | |
| Every cock you took, you fucked, you ditched | |
| And you would open up wide, hung dried and left out to die | |
| Your corpse ain' t gonna be missed | |
| I heard a song I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| And it went | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Just a cunt on the hunt for cunt who want that kind of meat | |
| A fuck in the ass and then they' re back on the street | |
| They' re just part of your grand design | |
| And you would change your mind if you could turn back time | |
| Shit talking lips around the tool | |
| Nothing but a cold pussy passed ' round all of the fools | |
| You' re the last to know that what you sow you reap | |
| And you' ll be reaping while weeping on the dick of a creep | |
| I heard a song I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| And it went | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na | |
| Headfucking waste of ass, all cash and no class | |
| You ball breaking no good bitch | |
| Sitting pretty in pink and thinking your shit don' t stink | |
| Aside from the twat you ain' t all that | |
| And the boys will dance for a chance to lance your cancerous cunt | |
| You' re the last disease on the block | |
| That cock, that fresh erection is the next in line for your black infection | |
| I heard a song I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| I heard a song I heard the sweetest song that hit me | |
| And it went | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na | |
| Na na, na na, na na, na na, na na |