| Song | How I Was Made |
| Artist | Kenickie |
| Album | The John Peel Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gofton, Nixon | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord rubbed my face | |
| To give it shape | |
| He formed a callous | |
| Thats how my face was made | |
| Oh sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Teach me to think like they do | |
| Teach me to think | |
| Like you | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord filled my veins | |
| Up with silt | |
| From the river | |
| That's how my blood runs cold | |
| You're sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Teach me to think like they do | |
| Teach me to think | |
| Like You | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord streched | |
| My skin across a frame | |
| Like canvas | |
| That's how my sense is numb | |
| He says I'm sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Change my colour | |
| Leave me grey | |
| There are too many moths around | |
| When I shine |
| zuo ci : Gofton, Nixon | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord rubbed my face | |
| To give it shape | |
| He formed a callous | |
| Thats how my face was made | |
| Oh sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Teach me to think like they do | |
| Teach me to think | |
| Like you | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord filled my veins | |
| Up with silt | |
| From the river | |
| That' s how my blood runs cold | |
| You' re sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Teach me to think like they do | |
| Teach me to think | |
| Like You | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord streched | |
| My skin across a frame | |
| Like canvas | |
| That' s how my sense is numb | |
| He says I' m sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Change my colour | |
| Leave me grey | |
| There are too many moths around | |
| When I shine |
| zuò cí : Gofton, Nixon | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord rubbed my face | |
| To give it shape | |
| He formed a callous | |
| Thats how my face was made | |
| Oh sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Teach me to think like they do | |
| Teach me to think | |
| Like you | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord filled my veins | |
| Up with silt | |
| From the river | |
| That' s how my blood runs cold | |
| You' re sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Teach me to think like they do | |
| Teach me to think | |
| Like You | |
| When I was made | |
| The good Lord streched | |
| My skin across a frame | |
| Like canvas | |
| That' s how my sense is numb | |
| He says I' m sweet | |
| Change me | |
| Change my colour | |
| Leave me grey | |
| There are too many moths around | |
| When I shine |