| Song | God Smack |
| Artist | Alice in Chains |
| Album | The Essential Alice In Chains |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cantrell, Inez, Kinney, Staley | |
| Care not for the men who wonder | |
| Straw that broke your back, you're under | |
| Cast all them aside who care | |
| Empty eyes and dead end stare | |
| Don't you know that none are blind | |
| To the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide? | |
| What in God's name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| For the horse you've grown much fonder | |
| Than for me, that I don't ponder | |
| As the hair of one who bit you | |
| Smiling bite your own self, too | |
| And I think that you're not blind | |
| To the ones you left behind | |
| I'll be here | |
| What in God's name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| So be yearning all your life | |
| Twisting, turning like a knife | |
| Now you know the reasons why | |
| Can't get high, or you will die | |
| Or you'll die | |
| What in God's name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| So your sickness weighs a ton | |
| And God's name is smack for some |
| zuo ci : Cantrell, Inez, Kinney, Staley | |
| Care not for the men who wonder | |
| Straw that broke your back, you' re under | |
| Cast all them aside who care | |
| Empty eyes and dead end stare | |
| Don' t you know that none are blind | |
| To the lie, and you think I don' t find what you hide? | |
| What in God' s name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| For the horse you' ve grown much fonder | |
| Than for me, that I don' t ponder | |
| As the hair of one who bit you | |
| Smiling bite your own self, too | |
| And I think that you' re not blind | |
| To the ones you left behind | |
| I' ll be here | |
| What in God' s name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| So be yearning all your life | |
| Twisting, turning like a knife | |
| Now you know the reasons why | |
| Can' t get high, or you will die | |
| Or you' ll die | |
| What in God' s name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| So your sickness weighs a ton | |
| And God' s name is smack for some |
| zuò cí : Cantrell, Inez, Kinney, Staley | |
| Care not for the men who wonder | |
| Straw that broke your back, you' re under | |
| Cast all them aside who care | |
| Empty eyes and dead end stare | |
| Don' t you know that none are blind | |
| To the lie, and you think I don' t find what you hide? | |
| What in God' s name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| For the horse you' ve grown much fonder | |
| Than for me, that I don' t ponder | |
| As the hair of one who bit you | |
| Smiling bite your own self, too | |
| And I think that you' re not blind | |
| To the ones you left behind | |
| I' ll be here | |
| What in God' s name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| So be yearning all your life | |
| Twisting, turning like a knife | |
| Now you know the reasons why | |
| Can' t get high, or you will die | |
| Or you' ll die | |
| What in God' s name have you done? | |
| Stick your arm for some real fun | |
| So your sickness weighs a ton | |
| And God' s name is smack for some |