作词 : Faith No More --------------------------------------------------------------------------------(l,m,p) Faith No More< Mike Bordin: Drums; Roddy Bottum: Keyboards; Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;Mike Patton: Vocals >( Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992] )-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Backside melts into a sofa My world, my TV, and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle Ain't much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah-I married a scarecrow I hate you Talking to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider? I hate you Talking to myself You don't feel it after awhile You take the beating I'm a swingin' guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - - - Toss me inside a HeftyAnd put me in the ground A drink needs me I don'tI ain't about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my assnewscasters, coakroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin' to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Where are the kids?maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleonthe Dodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses I think it's time I had a talk with my kids I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me YOU AIN'T NEVER GONN A AMOUNT N OTHIN'--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
作词 : Faith No More --------------------------------------------------------------------------------(l,m,p) Faith No More< Mike Bordin: Drums; Roddy Bottum: Keyboards; Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;Mike Patton: Vocals >( Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992] )-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Backside melts into a sofa My world, my TV, and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle Ain't much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah-I married a scarecrow I hate you Talking to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider? I hate you Talking to myself You don't feel it after awhile You take the beating I'm a swingin' guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - - - Toss me inside a HeftyAnd put me in the ground A drink needs me I don'tI ain't about to guzzle no tearsso kiss my assnewscasters, coakroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin' to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Where are the kids?maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddonthehonorrolonparoleonthe Dodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleofcornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses I think it's time I had a talk with my kids I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me YOU AIN'T NEVER GONN A AMOUNT N OTHIN'--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
