Family Picnic Lyrics
| Song | Family Picnic |
| Artist | Warrant |
| Album | Warrant Live 1986-1997 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dixon, Hill, Kottak, Lane | |
| Mother should know, father you should go | |
| Battered dreams, broken bones | |
| Living hell when he's at home | |
| Feel so much pain, | |
| I am not to blame | |
| Cannot move, cannot breathe | |
| He should die instead of me | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I'm still bleeding from a wasted youth, yeah | |
| Some break away, some they choose to stay, to stay | |
| But every scream kept inside | |
| Leaves a scare either way | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I'm still bleeding from a wasted youth | |
| Welcome, to my family picnic | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I'm still bleeding from a wasted youth | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I'm still bleeding from a wasted youth, hey | |
| Don't touch me, don't touch me | |
| Don't touch me, don't touch me | |
| Don't touch me, don't touch me | |
| Don't you fuckin' touch me |
| zuo ci : Dixon, Hill, Kottak, Lane | |
| Mother should know, father you should go | |
| Battered dreams, broken bones | |
| Living hell when he' s at home | |
| Feel so much pain, | |
| I am not to blame | |
| Cannot move, cannot breathe | |
| He should die instead of me | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I' m still bleeding from a wasted youth, yeah | |
| Some break away, some they choose to stay, to stay | |
| But every scream kept inside | |
| Leaves a scare either way | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I' m still bleeding from a wasted youth | |
| Welcome, to my family picnic | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I' m still bleeding from a wasted youth | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I' m still bleeding from a wasted youth, hey | |
| Don' t touch me, don' t touch me | |
| Don' t touch me, don' t touch me | |
| Don' t touch me, don' t touch me | |
| Don' t you fuckin' touch me |
| zuò cí : Dixon, Hill, Kottak, Lane | |
| Mother should know, father you should go | |
| Battered dreams, broken bones | |
| Living hell when he' s at home | |
| Feel so much pain, | |
| I am not to blame | |
| Cannot move, cannot breathe | |
| He should die instead of me | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I' m still bleeding from a wasted youth, yeah | |
| Some break away, some they choose to stay, to stay | |
| But every scream kept inside | |
| Leaves a scare either way | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I' m still bleeding from a wasted youth | |
| Welcome, to my family picnic | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I' m still bleeding from a wasted youth | |
| We are on our own, we all die alone | |
| Black eyed broken truth | |
| I' m still bleeding from a wasted youth, hey | |
| Don' t touch me, don' t touch me | |
| Don' t touch me, don' t touch me | |
| Don' t touch me, don' t touch me | |
| Don' t you fuckin' touch me |
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