| Song | Ironiclast |
| Artist | The Damned Things |
| Album | Ironiclast |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Buckley, Ian, Trohman | |
| You're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell | |
| The cold sex and the boredom sells | |
| Heat-seeker, pull the curtain down | |
| The death pangs and the wedding vows | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It runs through every inch of my veins | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death mask is a bridal veil | |
| You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
| You don't feel much but you've got every nerve | |
| Tell the kids, boy, what's it's like to be stoned? | |
| Like I don't know, oh, | |
| I knowI've got a right to know | |
| I've got a right to know | |
| I've got a right to know | |
| I've got a right to know | |
| Snake charmer, going out through the trapdoor | |
| The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for | |
| Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk | |
| Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It runs through every inch of my veins | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death mask is a bridal veil | |
| You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
| You don't feel much but you've got every nerve | |
| Tell the kids, boy, what's it's like to be stoned? | |
| Like I don't know, oh, | |
| I knowI got a black cloud above me too | |
| And I got lungs to match | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It covers every broken inch of my bones | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold |
| zuo qu : Buckley, Ian, Trohman | |
| You' re soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell | |
| The cold sex and the boredom sells | |
| Heatseeker, pull the curtain down | |
| The death pangs and the wedding vows | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It runs through every inch of my veins | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death mask is a bridal veil | |
| You' re so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
| You don' t feel much but you' ve got every nerve | |
| Tell the kids, boy, what' s it' s like to be stoned? | |
| Like I don' t know, oh, | |
| I knowI' ve got a right to know | |
| I' ve got a right to know | |
| I' ve got a right to know | |
| I' ve got a right to know | |
| Snake charmer, going out through the trapdoor | |
| The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for | |
| Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk | |
| Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It runs through every inch of my veins | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death mask is a bridal veil | |
| You' re so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
| You don' t feel much but you' ve got every nerve | |
| Tell the kids, boy, what' s it' s like to be stoned? | |
| Like I don' t know, oh, | |
| I knowI got a black cloud above me too | |
| And I got lungs to match | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It covers every broken inch of my bones | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold |
| zuò qǔ : Buckley, Ian, Trohman | |
| You' re soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell | |
| The cold sex and the boredom sells | |
| Heatseeker, pull the curtain down | |
| The death pangs and the wedding vows | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It runs through every inch of my veins | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death mask is a bridal veil | |
| You' re so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
| You don' t feel much but you' ve got every nerve | |
| Tell the kids, boy, what' s it' s like to be stoned? | |
| Like I don' t know, oh, | |
| I knowI' ve got a right to know | |
| I' ve got a right to know | |
| I' ve got a right to know | |
| I' ve got a right to know | |
| Snake charmer, going out through the trapdoor | |
| The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for | |
| Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk | |
| Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It runs through every inch of my veins | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death mask is a bridal veil | |
| You' re so cool, you snuff out all the verve | |
| You don' t feel much but you' ve got every nerve | |
| Tell the kids, boy, what' s it' s like to be stoned? | |
| Like I don' t know, oh, | |
| I knowI got a black cloud above me too | |
| And I got lungs to match | |
| This trash is fucking contagious | |
| It covers every broken inch of my bones | |
| Turn the music off, pull the covers down | |
| The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold |