| Song | Stuff on Our Minds |
| Artist | Aditi Ramesh |
| Album | Autocorrect |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Aditi Ramesh | |
| 作曲 : Aditi Ramesh | |
| This is the story about a man | |
| Who carried a parcel in his hand | |
| In a brown paper bag | |
| He didn't want the people to know what he had | |
| So he went to a corner | |
| opened it up and took a swig | |
| The world seemed more beautiful | |
| and he thought to himself | |
| Why do we.. | |
| Constantly feel blue | |
| Why do we | |
| Look to substance to change the hue | |
| Why do we | |
| Put poison in our bodies every night | |
| Is that our plight | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| And as the liquor got to his head | |
| He still couldn't get to bed | |
| At night | |
| Something just wasn't right | |
| and so he | |
| Called the doctor, called the nurse | |
| Called the lady with the alligator purse | |
| And they didn't have answers but they sat together and they all wondered why | |
| Why do we.. | |
| Constantly feel blue | |
| Why do we | |
| Look to substance to change the hue | |
| Why do we | |
| Put poison in our bodies every night | |
| Is that our plight | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds |
| zuo ci : Aditi Ramesh | |
| zuo qu : Aditi Ramesh | |
| This is the story about a man | |
| Who carried a parcel in his hand | |
| In a brown paper bag | |
| He didn' t want the people to know what he had | |
| So he went to a corner | |
| opened it up and took a swig | |
| The world seemed more beautiful | |
| and he thought to himself | |
| Why do we.. | |
| Constantly feel blue | |
| Why do we | |
| Look to substance to change the hue | |
| Why do we | |
| Put poison in our bodies every night | |
| Is that our plight | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| And as the liquor got to his head | |
| He still couldn' t get to bed | |
| At night | |
| Something just wasn' t right | |
| and so he | |
| Called the doctor, called the nurse | |
| Called the lady with the alligator purse | |
| And they didn' t have answers but they sat together and they all wondered why | |
| Why do we.. | |
| Constantly feel blue | |
| Why do we | |
| Look to substance to change the hue | |
| Why do we | |
| Put poison in our bodies every night | |
| Is that our plight | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds |
| zuò cí : Aditi Ramesh | |
| zuò qǔ : Aditi Ramesh | |
| This is the story about a man | |
| Who carried a parcel in his hand | |
| In a brown paper bag | |
| He didn' t want the people to know what he had | |
| So he went to a corner | |
| opened it up and took a swig | |
| The world seemed more beautiful | |
| and he thought to himself | |
| Why do we.. | |
| Constantly feel blue | |
| Why do we | |
| Look to substance to change the hue | |
| Why do we | |
| Put poison in our bodies every night | |
| Is that our plight | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| And as the liquor got to his head | |
| He still couldn' t get to bed | |
| At night | |
| Something just wasn' t right | |
| and so he | |
| Called the doctor, called the nurse | |
| Called the lady with the alligator purse | |
| And they didn' t have answers but they sat together and they all wondered why | |
| Why do we.. | |
| Constantly feel blue | |
| Why do we | |
| Look to substance to change the hue | |
| Why do we | |
| Put poison in our bodies every night | |
| Is that our plight | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds | |
| Because we got stuff on our minds |