| 作词 : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
| Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon | |
| Purgatory disguised as a room with a view | |
| I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside | |
| And you can't see out them windows | |
| And smoke gets in your eyes | |
| And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry... | |
| An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING | |
| And NOTHING is its middle name | |
| Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that? | |
| So flat you can't see ten feet in front | |
| I want everything to disappear | |
| Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK | |
| Yeah, give me another stiff one... and make it a double | |
| I don't know when I've had enough | |
| But I've never had enough and I've never been bad enough | |
| I need it and I need it BAD | |
| And if it ain't bad it ain't worth having | |
| I ain't the most popular boy I know, that's common knowledge in this town | |
| I'm trying hard to D.I.Y. but everything is broken down | |
| GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya | |
| You get a stomach tumour | |
| You get a stake right through your heart | |
| I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face | |
| Whatever happened to the human race? | |
| What happened to the humanistic faith? | |
| What happens to human waste? | |
| I wanna get the hell out but there ain't much hope of that | |
| fallen into the abyss like a roach in a trap | |
| There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in Hell | |
| There ain't a hope in Hades... there ain't a hope in HELL | |
| I don't need a mother no more | |
| I'd rather be an orphan or a son of a bitch | |
| Or a bastard son who's been dug up dead, worms in eye sockets, holes in my head | |
| Don't excavate if you ain't diggin for gold | |
| 'Cos it's a long way up when you're six feet under | |
| Under a pile of human debris | |
| A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE | |
| You wanna save yourself the trouble | |
| GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what's comin to ya | |
| You get a stomach tumour | |
| You get a stake right through your HEART | |
| It isn't very pretty what a town without pity can do | |
| Staring into a waste of space | |
| Bring on the MONOTONY, bring on the LOBOTOMY | |
| And make it a double, and make it a pact | |
| I've had more than I can stand - an hors d'oeuvre of maniac | |
| I've had more fun in an iron lung | |
| I'm cancelling my next birthday | |
| I'm gonna wait 'til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down | |
| The moon's so full it's spilling over | |
| There ain't a hope in HADES... THERE AIN'T A HOPE IN HELL | |
| IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what's coming to ya | |
| You get a stake right through ya through ya | |
| You get a stake right through your HEART | |
| IT ISN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| NO IT AIN'T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| DESCEND... DESCEND | |
| DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND |
| zuo ci : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
| Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon | |
| Purgatory disguised as a room with a view | |
| I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside | |
| And you can' t see out them windows | |
| And smoke gets in your eyes | |
| And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry... | |
| An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING | |
| And NOTHING is its middle name | |
| Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that? | |
| So flat you can' t see ten feet in front | |
| I want everything to disappear | |
| Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK | |
| Yeah, give me another stiff one... and make it a double | |
| I don' t know when I' ve had enough | |
| But I' ve never had enough and I' ve never been bad enough | |
| I need it and I need it BAD | |
| And if it ain' t bad it ain' t worth having | |
| I ain' t the most popular boy I know, that' s common knowledge in this town | |
| I' m trying hard to D. I. Y. but everything is broken down | |
| GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what' s coming to ya | |
| You get a stomach tumour | |
| You get a stake right through your heart | |
| I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face | |
| Whatever happened to the human race? | |
| What happened to the humanistic faith? | |
| What happens to human waste? | |
| I wanna get the hell out but there ain' t much hope of that | |
| fallen into the abyss like a roach in a trap | |
| There ain' t a hope in Hades... there ain' t a hope in Hell | |
| There ain' t a hope in Hades... there ain' t a hope in HELL | |
| I don' t need a mother no more | |
| I' d rather be an orphan or a son of a bitch | |
| Or a bastard son who' s been dug up dead, worms in eye sockets, holes in my head | |
| Don' t excavate if you ain' t diggin for gold | |
| ' Cos it' s a long way up when you' re six feet under | |
| Under a pile of human debris | |
| A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE | |
| You wanna save yourself the trouble | |
| GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what' s comin to ya | |
| You get a stomach tumour | |
| You get a stake right through your HEART | |
| It isn' t very pretty what a town without pity can do | |
| Staring into a waste of space | |
| Bring on the MONOTONY, bring on the LOBOTOMY | |
| And make it a double, and make it a pact | |
| I' ve had more than I can stand an hors d' oeuvre of maniac | |
| I' ve had more fun in an iron lung | |
| I' m cancelling my next birthday | |
| I' m gonna wait ' til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down | |
| The moon' s so full it' s spilling over | |
| There ain' t a hope in HADES... THERE AIN' T A HOPE IN HELL | |
| IT ISN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what' s coming to ya | |
| You get a stake right through ya through ya | |
| You get a stake right through your HEART | |
| IT ISN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| NO IT AIN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| DESCEND... DESCEND | |
| DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND |
| zuò cí : Scraping Foetus off ... | |
| Another hungover morning in the bottom of the Black Lagoon | |
| Purgatory disguised as a room with a view | |
| I used to be in heaven looking down... now I know the inferno from the inside | |
| And you can' t see out them windows | |
| And smoke gets in your eyes | |
| And eyes just wanna cry cry cry cry cry cry cry... | |
| An obscene sprawling landscape of NOTHING | |
| And NOTHING is its middle name | |
| Meet you on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere... where in hell is that? | |
| So flat you can' t see ten feet in front | |
| I want everything to disappear | |
| Give me an ISOLATION TANK, make a withdrawal from my BLOOD BANK | |
| Yeah, give me another stiff one... and make it a double | |
| I don' t know when I' ve had enough | |
| But I' ve never had enough and I' ve never been bad enough | |
| I need it and I need it BAD | |
| And if it ain' t bad it ain' t worth having | |
| I ain' t the most popular boy I know, that' s common knowledge in this town | |
| I' m trying hard to D. I. Y. but everything is broken down | |
| GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what' s coming to ya | |
| You get a stomach tumour | |
| You get a stake right through your heart | |
| I recognize thee Satan and I spit in thine face | |
| Whatever happened to the human race? | |
| What happened to the humanistic faith? | |
| What happens to human waste? | |
| I wanna get the hell out but there ain' t much hope of that | |
| fallen into the abyss like a roach in a trap | |
| There ain' t a hope in Hades... there ain' t a hope in Hell | |
| There ain' t a hope in Hades... there ain' t a hope in HELL | |
| I don' t need a mother no more | |
| I' d rather be an orphan or a son of a bitch | |
| Or a bastard son who' s been dug up dead, worms in eye sockets, holes in my head | |
| Don' t excavate if you ain' t diggin for gold | |
| ' Cos it' s a long way up when you' re six feet under | |
| Under a pile of human debris | |
| A life fulla LIES and SHIT and RUBBLE | |
| You wanna save yourself the trouble | |
| GORY GLORY HALLELUJAH... You get what' s comin to ya | |
| You get a stomach tumour | |
| You get a stake right through your HEART | |
| It isn' t very pretty what a town without pity can do | |
| Staring into a waste of space | |
| Bring on the MONOTONY, bring on the LOBOTOMY | |
| And make it a double, and make it a pact | |
| I' ve had more than I can stand an hors d' oeuvre of maniac | |
| I' ve had more fun in an iron lung | |
| I' m cancelling my next birthday | |
| I' m gonna wait ' til the witching hour then watch my life come tumblin' down | |
| The moon' s so full it' s spilling over | |
| There ain' t a hope in HADES... THERE AIN' T A HOPE IN HELL | |
| IT ISN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| GLORY GORY HELLELUJAH... You get what' s coming to ya | |
| You get a stake right through ya through ya | |
| You get a stake right through your HEART | |
| IT ISN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| NO IT AIN' T VERY PRETTY WHAT A TOWN WITHOUT PITY CAN DO | |
| DESCEND... DESCEND | |
| DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND... DESCEND |
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