| Song | Eight Times Over Miss October |
| Artist | Clutch |
| Album | The Elephant Riders |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clutch | |
| Once again | |
| I'm denied my choice. | |
| Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she's all about destruction. | |
| It's just about enough to make a grown man cry. | |
| Good God Almighty we was panning for gold down at the banks of mighty | |
| Colorado, when all of a sudden came an awful sound; ten thousand buffalo were running us down. | |
| Once again | |
| I'm denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord, oh Lord! | |
| Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch. | |
| Must be the workings of the | |
| Old West Witch. | |
| I crossed her once when | |
| I was just a youth. | |
| Been scared stiff ever since, to tell you the truth. | |
| Once again | |
| I'm denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord, oh Lord! | |
| She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she's all about the voodoo. and all the things | |
| I'm losing when | |
| I pay no mind. | |
| Get off on the good foot and start another day. | |
| Maybe head for | |
| Hazel, California. | |
| Oh, but sooner or later she'll go to town sure as the | |
| Earth runs around and around. | |
| Again I'm denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord! At the side of the road a bundle of twine, and on it | |
| I found a note. | |
| It read, "You'll be running until the end of time." | |
| She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she's all about destruction. | |
| It's just about enough to make a grown man cry. |
| zuo ci : Clutch | |
| Once again | |
| I' m denied my choice. | |
| Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she' s all about destruction. | |
| It' s just about enough to make a grown man cry. | |
| Good God Almighty we was panning for gold down at the banks of mighty | |
| Colorado, when all of a sudden came an awful sound ten thousand buffalo were running us down. | |
| Once again | |
| I' m denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord, oh Lord! | |
| Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch. | |
| Must be the workings of the | |
| Old West Witch. | |
| I crossed her once when | |
| I was just a youth. | |
| Been scared stiff ever since, to tell you the truth. | |
| Once again | |
| I' m denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord, oh Lord! | |
| She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she' s all about the voodoo. and all the things | |
| I' m losing when | |
| I pay no mind. | |
| Get off on the good foot and start another day. | |
| Maybe head for | |
| Hazel, California. | |
| Oh, but sooner or later she' ll go to town sure as the | |
| Earth runs around and around. | |
| Again I' m denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord! At the side of the road a bundle of twine, and on it | |
| I found a note. | |
| It read, " You' ll be running until the end of time." | |
| She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she' s all about destruction. | |
| It' s just about enough to make a grown man cry. |
| zuò cí : Clutch | |
| Once again | |
| I' m denied my choice. | |
| Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she' s all about destruction. | |
| It' s just about enough to make a grown man cry. | |
| Good God Almighty we was panning for gold down at the banks of mighty | |
| Colorado, when all of a sudden came an awful sound ten thousand buffalo were running us down. | |
| Once again | |
| I' m denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord, oh Lord! | |
| Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch. | |
| Must be the workings of the | |
| Old West Witch. | |
| I crossed her once when | |
| I was just a youth. | |
| Been scared stiff ever since, to tell you the truth. | |
| Once again | |
| I' m denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord, oh Lord! | |
| She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she' s all about the voodoo. and all the things | |
| I' m losing when | |
| I pay no mind. | |
| Get off on the good foot and start another day. | |
| Maybe head for | |
| Hazel, California. | |
| Oh, but sooner or later she' ll go to town sure as the | |
| Earth runs around and around. | |
| Again I' m denied my joy. | |
| Sieves and peas, oh | |
| Lord! At the side of the road a bundle of twine, and on it | |
| I found a note. | |
| It read, " You' ll be running until the end of time." | |
| She went once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over | |
| Miss October is out for me. | |
| Believe me when | |
| I tell you she' s all about destruction. | |
| It' s just about enough to make a grown man cry. |