Song | Tickle The Truth - normal |
Artist | Widespread Panic |
Album | Free Somehow |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Widespread Panic | |
She complained, you look different, yeah, but | |
I'm keeping my name | |
You're not drinking the usual, | |
I said it all tastes the same | |
She fled, you smell like | |
L.A., yeah, but check out my new frames | |
You know these cool shades make you look bitching | |
Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip | |
I had a twenty in ready but | |
I said I might skip | |
Some people act funny when you're just trying to be hip | |
Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen | |
Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk | |
And people are watching, it's like stepping on chalk | |
Learning curves behind like a memory stalks | |
But in all it's an innocent mission | |
She rang late last night, said that wasn't you, was it? | |
I said all colors of money are fit for deposit | |
Half naked right now, | |
I've got soup in the closet | |
Oh, it's sometimes with words | |
I'm just fishing | |
Should I come over? | |
It sounds like you need me | |
I said, hey, that's funny, you sound like my | |
TVJust try this thing once, it'll make life so easy | |
And even puppies come under suspicion | |
Then a lover came knocking, | |
I opened the door | |
With an apple in my hand, she said, what's that core? | |
It's the past and the future, but | |
I shouldn't say more | |
And that's just my radio hissing | |
Well, I know you too well and | |
I know you're no villain | |
I said, don't look now 'cause | |
I'm ripping off | |
DylanWhat you see is a little crusty, the real thing's the fillin’ | |
The sound bite from a verbal beautician | |
All the jokers in this world, they're swarming like bees | |
Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees | |
Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's | |
Two shows at tonight's inquisition | |
And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed | |
Body's ups and down are just food for the head | |
It's front page and | |
French fries or the funny pages instead | |
We tickle the truth into submission | |
All in all it's an innocent mission | |
Just tickle the truth into submission | |
And tickle the truth into submission |
zuo ci : Widespread Panic | |
She complained, you look different, yeah, but | |
I' m keeping my name | |
You' re not drinking the usual, | |
I said it all tastes the same | |
She fled, you smell like | |
L. A., yeah, but check out my new frames | |
You know these cool shades make you look bitching | |
Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip | |
I had a twenty in ready but | |
I said I might skip | |
Some people act funny when you' re just trying to be hip | |
Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen | |
Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk | |
And people are watching, it' s like stepping on chalk | |
Learning curves behind like a memory stalks | |
But in all it' s an innocent mission | |
She rang late last night, said that wasn' t you, was it? | |
I said all colors of money are fit for deposit | |
Half naked right now, | |
I' ve got soup in the closet | |
Oh, it' s sometimes with words | |
I' m just fishing | |
Should I come over? | |
It sounds like you need me | |
I said, hey, that' s funny, you sound like my | |
TVJust try this thing once, it' ll make life so easy | |
And even puppies come under suspicion | |
Then a lover came knocking, | |
I opened the door | |
With an apple in my hand, she said, what' s that core? | |
It' s the past and the future, but | |
I shouldn' t say more | |
And that' s just my radio hissing | |
Well, I know you too well and | |
I know you' re no villain | |
I said, don' t look now ' cause | |
I' m ripping off | |
DylanWhat you see is a little crusty, the real thing' s the fillin' | |
The sound bite from a verbal beautician | |
All the jokers in this world, they' re swarming like bees | |
Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees | |
Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960' s | |
Two shows at tonight' s inquisition | |
And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed | |
Body' s ups and down are just food for the head | |
It' s front page and | |
French fries or the funny pages instead | |
We tickle the truth into submission | |
All in all it' s an innocent mission | |
Just tickle the truth into submission | |
And tickle the truth into submission |
zuò cí : Widespread Panic | |
She complained, you look different, yeah, but | |
I' m keeping my name | |
You' re not drinking the usual, | |
I said it all tastes the same | |
She fled, you smell like | |
L. A., yeah, but check out my new frames | |
You know these cool shades make you look bitching | |
Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip | |
I had a twenty in ready but | |
I said I might skip | |
Some people act funny when you' re just trying to be hip | |
Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen | |
Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk | |
And people are watching, it' s like stepping on chalk | |
Learning curves behind like a memory stalks | |
But in all it' s an innocent mission | |
She rang late last night, said that wasn' t you, was it? | |
I said all colors of money are fit for deposit | |
Half naked right now, | |
I' ve got soup in the closet | |
Oh, it' s sometimes with words | |
I' m just fishing | |
Should I come over? | |
It sounds like you need me | |
I said, hey, that' s funny, you sound like my | |
TVJust try this thing once, it' ll make life so easy | |
And even puppies come under suspicion | |
Then a lover came knocking, | |
I opened the door | |
With an apple in my hand, she said, what' s that core? | |
It' s the past and the future, but | |
I shouldn' t say more | |
And that' s just my radio hissing | |
Well, I know you too well and | |
I know you' re no villain | |
I said, don' t look now ' cause | |
I' m ripping off | |
DylanWhat you see is a little crusty, the real thing' s the fillin' | |
The sound bite from a verbal beautician | |
All the jokers in this world, they' re swarming like bees | |
Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees | |
Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960' s | |
Two shows at tonight' s inquisition | |
And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed | |
Body' s ups and down are just food for the head | |
It' s front page and | |
French fries or the funny pages instead | |
We tickle the truth into submission | |
All in all it' s an innocent mission | |
Just tickle the truth into submission | |
And tickle the truth into submission |