作词 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer 作曲 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer Have you heard about the new ***, new *** It's a reason to be nicer to you I see you putting on the Brand X spandex Everybody needs something to do And now I'm living in the middle of your street Living here with aplomb She gets a sneak peak at the meat she's gonna eat She's a time bomb, time bomb And now she's living in a shack on the firing line With a fridge filled with French bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous lie For which she's commonly mistaken I know her I knew her I knew she couldn't hang And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line From a device of her own making I'm never good enough at saying all the right things Sometimes I say too much Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings Dying and desperate For your touch And now she's living in a shack on the firing line With a fridge filled with French bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous lie For which she's commonly mistaken I know her I knew her I knew she couldn't hang And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line From a device of her own making Nobody's all bad Nobody's all good Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could They define forever Define forever Define forever Define forever Define forever And now she's living in a shack on the firing line With a fridge filled with French bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous lie For which she's commonly mistaken I know her I knew her I knew she couldn't hang
作词 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer 作曲 : John Nash/Tyler Spencer Have you heard about the new ***, new *** It's a reason to be nicer to you I see you putting on the Brand X spandex Everybody needs something to do And now I'm living in the middle of your street Living here with aplomb She gets a sneak peak at the meat she's gonna eat She's a time bomb, time bomb And now she's living in a shack on the firing line With a fridge filled with French bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous lie For which she's commonly mistaken I know her I knew her I knew she couldn't hang And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line From a device of her own making I'm never good enough at saying all the right things Sometimes I say too much Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings Dying and desperate For your touch And now she's living in a shack on the firing line With a fridge filled with French bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous lie For which she's commonly mistaken I know her I knew her I knew she couldn't hang And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line From a device of her own making Nobody's all bad Nobody's all good Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could They define forever Define forever Define forever Define forever Define forever And now she's living in a shack on the firing line With a fridge filled with French bacon Mouthing all the words of a famous lie For which she's commonly mistaken I know her I knew her I knew she couldn't hang
