| Song | The Family And The Fishing Net |
| Artist | Primus |
| Album | Rhinoplasty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Gabriel |
| [00:42.63] | Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams |
| [00:55.25] | Her honey belly pulls the seams |
| [00:59.53] | Curves are still upon the hinge |
| [01:03.65] | Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin |
| [01:07.91] | Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night |
| [01:15.10] | The sponge is full, well out of sight |
| [01:19.32] | All around the conversations |
| [01:22.27] | Icing on the warm flesh cake |
| [01:28.09] | Light creeps through her secret tunnels |
| [01:37.09] | Sucked into the open spaces |
| [01:44.59] | Burning out in sudden flashes |
| [01:53.04] | Draining blood from well-fed faces |
| [01:57.86] | Desires form in subtle whispers |
| [02:33.78] | Flex the muscles in denial |
| [02:38.07] | Up and down its pristine cage |
| [02:42.14] | So the music, so the trial |
| [02:46.51] | Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens |
| [02:50.21] | |
| [02:52.64] | Dance in circles, they the blessed |
| [03:02.01] | Man and wife, undressed by all |
| [03:07.89] | Their grafted trunks in heat possessed |
| [03:12.72] | Even as the soft skins tingle |
| [03:41.87] | They mingle with the homeless mother |
| [03:46.38] | Who loves the day but lives another |
| [03:50.62] | That once was hers |
| [03:52.95] | The worried father, long lost lover |
| [03:58.82] | Brushes ashes with his broom |
| [04:02.59] | Rehearses jokes to fly and hover |
| [04:07.35] | Bursting over the bride and groom |
| [04:12.14] | And the talk goes on |
| [04:14.08] | Memories crash on tireless waves |
| [04:45.86] | The lifeguards whom the winter saves |
| [04:53.39] | Silence falls the guillotine |
| [05:16.23] | All the doors are shut |
| [05:19.54] | Nervous hands grip tight the knife |
| [05:24.86] | In the darkness, till the cake is cut |
| [05:30.18] | Passed around, in little pieces |
| [05:33.42] | |
| [05:35.52] | The body and the flesh |
| [05:42.55] | The family and the fishing-net |
| [05:52.02] | And another in the mesh |
| [05:58.68] | The body and the flesh |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Gabriel |
| [00:42.63] | Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams |
| [00:55.25] | Her honey belly pulls the seams |
| [00:59.53] | Curves are still upon the hinge |
| [01:03.65] | Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin |
| [01:07.91] | Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night |
| [01:15.10] | The sponge is full, well out of sight |
| [01:19.32] | All around the conversations |
| [01:22.27] | Icing on the warm flesh cake |
| [01:28.09] | Light creeps through her secret tunnels |
| [01:37.09] | Sucked into the open spaces |
| [01:44.59] | Burning out in sudden flashes |
| [01:53.04] | Draining blood from wellfed faces |
| [01:57.86] | Desires form in subtle whispers |
| [02:33.78] | Flex the muscles in denial |
| [02:38.07] | Up and down its pristine cage |
| [02:42.14] | So the music, so the trial |
| [02:46.51] | Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens |
| [02:50.21] | |
| [02:52.64] | Dance in circles, they the blessed |
| [03:02.01] | Man and wife, undressed by all |
| [03:07.89] | Their grafted trunks in heat possessed |
| [03:12.72] | Even as the soft skins tingle |
| [03:41.87] | They mingle with the homeless mother |
| [03:46.38] | Who loves the day but lives another |
| [03:50.62] | That once was hers |
| [03:52.95] | The worried father, long lost lover |
| [03:58.82] | Brushes ashes with his broom |
| [04:02.59] | Rehearses jokes to fly and hover |
| [04:07.35] | Bursting over the bride and groom |
| [04:12.14] | And the talk goes on |
| [04:14.08] | Memories crash on tireless waves |
| [04:45.86] | The lifeguards whom the winter saves |
| [04:53.39] | Silence falls the guillotine |
| [05:16.23] | All the doors are shut |
| [05:19.54] | Nervous hands grip tight the knife |
| [05:24.86] | In the darkness, till the cake is cut |
| [05:30.18] | Passed around, in little pieces |
| [05:33.42] | |
| [05:35.52] | The body and the flesh |
| [05:42.55] | The family and the fishingnet |
| [05:52.02] | And another in the mesh |
| [05:58.68] | The body and the flesh |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Gabriel |
| [00:42.63] | Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams |
| [00:55.25] | Her honey belly pulls the seams |
| [00:59.53] | Curves are still upon the hinge |
| [01:03.65] | Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin |
| [01:07.91] | Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night |
| [01:15.10] | The sponge is full, well out of sight |
| [01:19.32] | All around the conversations |
| [01:22.27] | Icing on the warm flesh cake |
| [01:28.09] | Light creeps through her secret tunnels |
| [01:37.09] | Sucked into the open spaces |
| [01:44.59] | Burning out in sudden flashes |
| [01:53.04] | Draining blood from wellfed faces |
| [01:57.86] | Desires form in subtle whispers |
| [02:33.78] | Flex the muscles in denial |
| [02:38.07] | Up and down its pristine cage |
| [02:42.14] | So the music, so the trial |
| [02:46.51] | Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens |
| [02:50.21] | |
| [02:52.64] | Dance in circles, they the blessed |
| [03:02.01] | Man and wife, undressed by all |
| [03:07.89] | Their grafted trunks in heat possessed |
| [03:12.72] | Even as the soft skins tingle |
| [03:41.87] | They mingle with the homeless mother |
| [03:46.38] | Who loves the day but lives another |
| [03:50.62] | That once was hers |
| [03:52.95] | The worried father, long lost lover |
| [03:58.82] | Brushes ashes with his broom |
| [04:02.59] | Rehearses jokes to fly and hover |
| [04:07.35] | Bursting over the bride and groom |
| [04:12.14] | And the talk goes on |
| [04:14.08] | Memories crash on tireless waves |
| [04:45.86] | The lifeguards whom the winter saves |
| [04:53.39] | Silence falls the guillotine |
| [05:16.23] | All the doors are shut |
| [05:19.54] | Nervous hands grip tight the knife |
| [05:24.86] | In the darkness, till the cake is cut |
| [05:30.18] | Passed around, in little pieces |
| [05:33.42] | |
| [05:35.52] | The body and the flesh |
| [05:42.55] | The family and the fishingnet |
| [05:52.02] | And another in the mesh |
| [05:58.68] | The body and the flesh |