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  • 作词 : Galas
    作曲 : Diamanda Galás
    Arms covered in blood, the war has begun
    Hide the straight razor 'cos baby's insane
    New telephone number, new lock on the door
    Hide all the knives 'cos baby's insane
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Baby's on a trip to the moon again
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Hide all the knives cos baby's insane
    The roaches are flying while she sleeps at night
    Scream over her bed "help us find some light"
    It stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongue
    Dreaming of you with a hand on her gun
    She runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawn
    All bare their claws at the sound of your name
    Don't knock on her window, don't knock on her door
    She's rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Baby's on a trip to the moon again
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Hide all the knives 'cos baby's insane
    She's picked your white roses from the funeral page
    There's a whole lot of cities where a good man can age
    I know that she loves you but it's time to move on
    Don't miss the bus 'cos baby's insane
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Baby's on a trip to the moon again
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Don't miss the bus cos baby's insane
  • 作词 : Galas
    作曲 : Diamanda Galás
    Arms covered in blood, the war has begun
    Hide the straight razor 'cos baby's insane
    New telephone number, new lock on the door
    Hide all the knives 'cos baby's insane
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Baby's on a trip to the moon again
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Hide all the knives cos baby's insane
    The roaches are flying while she sleeps at night
    Scream over her bed "help us find some light"
    It stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongue
    Dreaming of you with a hand on her gun
    She runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawn
    All bare their claws at the sound of your name
    Don't knock on her window, don't knock on her door
    She's rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Baby's on a trip to the moon again
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Hide all the knives 'cos baby's insane
    She's picked your white roses from the funeral page
    There's a whole lot of cities where a good man can age
    I know that she loves you but it's time to move on
    Don't miss the bus 'cos baby's insane
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Baby's on a trip to the moon again
    Baby's insane, baby's insane
    Don't miss the bus cos baby's insane