| Song | P.S.Y. |
| Artist | Butthole Surfers |
| Album | Pioughd |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Butthole Surfers | |
| Here we go.... | |
| Here we go.... | |
| All I see inside my head | |
| is (Gentle silent secret snow) | |
| with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know. | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day | |
| Nikki was in the KKK | |
| and Lisa was a Nazi too | |
| they both had half a brain | |
| so together they were sane | |
| and looked about as smart as their shoes | |
| Now Nikki got word through the underground | |
| that Mona was Lisa's real name | |
| She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck | |
| That's about all she could (gain) | |
| I'm still sleepin' in | |
| The graveyard is weepin' | |
| They're catching angels as they fall | |
| I know you don't believe it | |
| but she really should believe it | |
| She fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
| (I don't believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L.A.) | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day | |
| Nikki never wanted any children at all | |
| and Terry was Courtney's little girl | |
| she turned tricks in a white trash mall | |
| and shot dope with Cecil at home | |
| she wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun | |
| she held it right up to his head | |
| his glasses fell at first | |
| but they were followed by a burst | |
| of fiery hot balls of lead | |
| Time's still sleepin' in | |
| The graveyard is weepin' | |
| they're catching angels as they fall | |
| I know you don't believe it | |
| but I really should be leaving | |
| she fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
| (Maybe out (in Pleasant Grove)) | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day |
| zuo ci : Butthole Surfers | |
| Here we go.... | |
| Here we go.... | |
| All I see inside my head | |
| is Gentle silent secret snow | |
| with shifting walls of blinding light, I' ll have you know. | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day | |
| Nikki was in the KKK | |
| and Lisa was a Nazi too | |
| they both had half a brain | |
| so together they were sane | |
| and looked about as smart as their shoes | |
| Now Nikki got word through the underground | |
| that Mona was Lisa' s real name | |
| She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck | |
| That' s about all she could gain | |
| I' m still sleepin' in | |
| The graveyard is weepin' | |
| They' re catching angels as they fall | |
| I know you don' t believe it | |
| but she really should believe it | |
| She fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
| I don' t believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L. A. | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day | |
| Nikki never wanted any children at all | |
| and Terry was Courtney' s little girl | |
| she turned tricks in a white trash mall | |
| and shot dope with Cecil at home | |
| she wanted to have fun with her daddy' s shotgun | |
| she held it right up to his head | |
| his glasses fell at first | |
| but they were followed by a burst | |
| of fiery hot balls of lead | |
| Time' s still sleepin' in | |
| The graveyard is weepin' | |
| they' re catching angels as they fall | |
| I know you don' t believe it | |
| but I really should be leaving | |
| she fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
| Maybe out in Pleasant Grove | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day |
| zuò cí : Butthole Surfers | |
| Here we go.... | |
| Here we go.... | |
| All I see inside my head | |
| is Gentle silent secret snow | |
| with shifting walls of blinding light, I' ll have you know. | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day | |
| Nikki was in the KKK | |
| and Lisa was a Nazi too | |
| they both had half a brain | |
| so together they were sane | |
| and looked about as smart as their shoes | |
| Now Nikki got word through the underground | |
| that Mona was Lisa' s real name | |
| She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck | |
| That' s about all she could gain | |
| I' m still sleepin' in | |
| The graveyard is weepin' | |
| They' re catching angels as they fall | |
| I know you don' t believe it | |
| but she really should believe it | |
| She fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
| I don' t believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L. A. | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day | |
| Nikki never wanted any children at all | |
| and Terry was Courtney' s little girl | |
| she turned tricks in a white trash mall | |
| and shot dope with Cecil at home | |
| she wanted to have fun with her daddy' s shotgun | |
| she held it right up to his head | |
| his glasses fell at first | |
| but they were followed by a burst | |
| of fiery hot balls of lead | |
| Time' s still sleepin' in | |
| The graveyard is weepin' | |
| they' re catching angels as they fall | |
| I know you don' t believe it | |
| but I really should be leaving | |
| she fell in love with Lauren Bacall | |
| Maybe out in Pleasant Grove | |
| No one would believe that she was running away | |
| she packed up her belongings and she was gone | |
| the very next day |