Bottoms Up, Socrates Lyrics
| Song | Bottoms Up, Socrates |
| Artist | Clutch |
| Album | Pitchfork & Lost Needles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clutch | |
| They came marchin' down the street in robes | |
| In the spirit of the | |
| Spanish Inquisition | |
| Guitars and trombones | |
| Mechanical monkeys make good musicians | |
| Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos | |
| Dead languages and living man's lingoes | |
| Put the relics of the saint in a glass box | |
| And march him around the block | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| Mason jars of petroleum | |
| You know those kids don't play | |
| And should you ever get a hold of them | |
| I'll tell you exactly what they'll say | |
| Time we told you son about the family curse | |
| And when they opened up the diary | |
| To gain an explanation | |
| They find only terminal verse | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| X-ray visions, eye in the sky | |
| And the naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock straight up goes down easy | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| X-ray visions, eye in the sky | |
| And the naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock tastes like ripple wine | |
| X-ray visions, eye in the skythe naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock straight up goes down easy |
| zuo ci : Clutch | |
| They came marchin' down the street in robes | |
| In the spirit of the | |
| Spanish Inquisition | |
| Guitars and trombones | |
| Mechanical monkeys make good musicians | |
| Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos | |
| Dead languages and living man' s lingoes | |
| Put the relics of the saint in a glass box | |
| And march him around the block | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| Mason jars of petroleum | |
| You know those kids don' t play | |
| And should you ever get a hold of them | |
| I' ll tell you exactly what they' ll say | |
| Time we told you son about the family curse | |
| And when they opened up the diary | |
| To gain an explanation | |
| They find only terminal verse | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| Xray visions, eye in the sky | |
| And the naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock straight up goes down easy | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| Xray visions, eye in the sky | |
| And the naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock tastes like ripple wine | |
| Xray visions, eye in the skythe naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock straight up goes down easy |
| zuò cí : Clutch | |
| They came marchin' down the street in robes | |
| In the spirit of the | |
| Spanish Inquisition | |
| Guitars and trombones | |
| Mechanical monkeys make good musicians | |
| Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos | |
| Dead languages and living man' s lingoes | |
| Put the relics of the saint in a glass box | |
| And march him around the block | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| Mason jars of petroleum | |
| You know those kids don' t play | |
| And should you ever get a hold of them | |
| I' ll tell you exactly what they' ll say | |
| Time we told you son about the family curse | |
| And when they opened up the diary | |
| To gain an explanation | |
| They find only terminal verse | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| Xray visions, eye in the sky | |
| And the naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock straight up goes down easy | |
| Hangin' on the words of a madman | |
| Islands in the abyss | |
| No use for the poet | |
| When the hopeless seek no bliss | |
| Xray visions, eye in the sky | |
| And the naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock tastes like ripple wine | |
| Xray visions, eye in the skythe naked being led by the blind | |
| So Bottoms up, | |
| SocratesHemlock straight up goes down easy |
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