| Song | Honey, Watch Your Ass |
| Artist | Jason Molina |
| Album | Pyramid Electric Co. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Molina | |
| The smoke tastes like gray lead | |
| It's killing her head | |
| She finally let him have it | |
| Here practice yelling at yourself instead | |
| She nearly burned the town again | |
| With the look that she gave him | |
| She covers her heart with her hands and says | |
| A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
| It's like nothing's got a pulse | |
| In this whole damn place | |
| Right down to the clocks | |
| Nothing's got a pulse | |
| Remember darling how quiet it got | |
| Leave her alone, let her go home | |
| So she don't have to see you | |
| How pathetic you can be | |
| So she won't hate herself to death | |
| Know what I mean | |
| She's covering he heart with her hands and says | |
| A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
| That must be her up there | |
| Perfume and cigarette smoke in her wild hair | |
| She smells a little like a train | |
| Hauling lilacs through the rain | |
| I can't tell that she's crying | |
| I'll pretend again | |
| But she sees them total destruction | |
| As she goes running to them | |
| I'm finally showing her the switch | |
| How I learned to hold it | |
| In my teeth | |
| How she's got to keep | |
| One razor sharp bloody piece | |
| Of her old broken heart | |
| How she's got to use that edge to carve | |
| Across her new heart | |
| Something deep enough to hurt | |
| So it always reminds her | |
| Deep enough to last | |
| Darlin' honey, watch your ass |
| zuo qu : Molina | |
| The smoke tastes like gray lead | |
| It' s killing her head | |
| She finally let him have it | |
| Here practice yelling at yourself instead | |
| She nearly burned the town again | |
| With the look that she gave him | |
| She covers her heart with her hands and says | |
| A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
| It' s like nothing' s got a pulse | |
| In this whole damn place | |
| Right down to the clocks | |
| Nothing' s got a pulse | |
| Remember darling how quiet it got | |
| Leave her alone, let her go home | |
| So she don' t have to see you | |
| How pathetic you can be | |
| So she won' t hate herself to death | |
| Know what I mean | |
| She' s covering he heart with her hands and says | |
| A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
| That must be her up there | |
| Perfume and cigarette smoke in her wild hair | |
| She smells a little like a train | |
| Hauling lilacs through the rain | |
| I can' t tell that she' s crying | |
| I' ll pretend again | |
| But she sees them total destruction | |
| As she goes running to them | |
| I' m finally showing her the switch | |
| How I learned to hold it | |
| In my teeth | |
| How she' s got to keep | |
| One razor sharp bloody piece | |
| Of her old broken heart | |
| How she' s got to use that edge to carve | |
| Across her new heart | |
| Something deep enough to hurt | |
| So it always reminds her | |
| Deep enough to last | |
| Darlin' honey, watch your ass |
| zuò qǔ : Molina | |
| The smoke tastes like gray lead | |
| It' s killing her head | |
| She finally let him have it | |
| Here practice yelling at yourself instead | |
| She nearly burned the town again | |
| With the look that she gave him | |
| She covers her heart with her hands and says | |
| A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
| It' s like nothing' s got a pulse | |
| In this whole damn place | |
| Right down to the clocks | |
| Nothing' s got a pulse | |
| Remember darling how quiet it got | |
| Leave her alone, let her go home | |
| So she don' t have to see you | |
| How pathetic you can be | |
| So she won' t hate herself to death | |
| Know what I mean | |
| She' s covering he heart with her hands and says | |
| A little useless praying never hurts anything | |
| That must be her up there | |
| Perfume and cigarette smoke in her wild hair | |
| She smells a little like a train | |
| Hauling lilacs through the rain | |
| I can' t tell that she' s crying | |
| I' ll pretend again | |
| But she sees them total destruction | |
| As she goes running to them | |
| I' m finally showing her the switch | |
| How I learned to hold it | |
| In my teeth | |
| How she' s got to keep | |
| One razor sharp bloody piece | |
| Of her old broken heart | |
| How she' s got to use that edge to carve | |
| Across her new heart | |
| Something deep enough to hurt | |
| So it always reminds her | |
| Deep enough to last | |
| Darlin' honey, watch your ass |