| Song | Stab In the Back |
| Artist | Steve Lukather |
| Album | Ever Changing Times |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Goodrum, Lukather | |
| Vodka, on the rocks | |
| One more for my best friend | |
| Long time, how you been | |
| What lie should I tell him | |
| 'cause the scar inside is still there | |
| Six piece little band | |
| A hand shake was the contract | |
| Ink pen in his hand | |
| Getting ready for the last act | |
| As i drink the last poisonous drop | |
| The innocence of youth I had | |
| Slithered out and left me with the | |
| Tab in the end it's like a stab...a stab in the back | |
| All that's left to do is just to stagger out | |
| All the shoulda coulda beens don't matter now | |
| And the cold ventura wind from the breath of his last spin | |
| In the end its just a stab in the back | |
| Phone call on his cell | |
| Went straight to his voice mail | |
| At first glance, who could tell | |
| He got his Rolex at wholesale | |
| As I speak of behalf of the fools | |
| The only page that's left to turn | |
| I should tear it out and watch it burn | |
| And someday laugh at the stab...stab in my back |
| zuo qu : Goodrum, Lukather | |
| Vodka, on the rocks | |
| One more for my best friend | |
| Long time, how you been | |
| What lie should I tell him | |
| ' cause the scar inside is still there | |
| Six piece little band | |
| A hand shake was the contract | |
| Ink pen in his hand | |
| Getting ready for the last act | |
| As i drink the last poisonous drop | |
| The innocence of youth I had | |
| Slithered out and left me with the | |
| Tab in the end it' s like a stab... a stab in the back | |
| All that' s left to do is just to stagger out | |
| All the shoulda coulda beens don' t matter now | |
| And the cold ventura wind from the breath of his last spin | |
| In the end its just a stab in the back | |
| Phone call on his cell | |
| Went straight to his voice mail | |
| At first glance, who could tell | |
| He got his Rolex at wholesale | |
| As I speak of behalf of the fools | |
| The only page that' s left to turn | |
| I should tear it out and watch it burn | |
| And someday laugh at the stab... stab in my back |
| zuò qǔ : Goodrum, Lukather | |
| Vodka, on the rocks | |
| One more for my best friend | |
| Long time, how you been | |
| What lie should I tell him | |
| ' cause the scar inside is still there | |
| Six piece little band | |
| A hand shake was the contract | |
| Ink pen in his hand | |
| Getting ready for the last act | |
| As i drink the last poisonous drop | |
| The innocence of youth I had | |
| Slithered out and left me with the | |
| Tab in the end it' s like a stab... a stab in the back | |
| All that' s left to do is just to stagger out | |
| All the shoulda coulda beens don' t matter now | |
| And the cold ventura wind from the breath of his last spin | |
| In the end its just a stab in the back | |
| Phone call on his cell | |
| Went straight to his voice mail | |
| At first glance, who could tell | |
| He got his Rolex at wholesale | |
| As I speak of behalf of the fools | |
| The only page that' s left to turn | |
| I should tear it out and watch it burn | |
| And someday laugh at the stab... stab in my back |