发布于：2021年
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歌词
Back in the summer of ＇91
An angel with a lizard＇s tongue
Was screming for a holy broken nose
Linked to every class of men
Sprung out from the sparkling sins
Leaning on the cold electric stove
On a country road I swerved to the side
Trying to avoid a country bumpkin
Everyone＇s in line to meet with the man
Who blatantly inspired his generation
When they shake his hand and their fingers explode
Breaking both our necks by the tips of our toes
Then they turn to me cause you died I suppose
But I can＇t seem to glance fast enough to be sure
Back to summer days cold hands on the beach
Memories of thrills designed to please you
Down the fragrant path I strayed towards the bath
Suddenly I lived to learn to feed you
Down on bended knee where I＇ve been for a while
Set the record straight in the old fashioned style
Never took too much though I should have made more
You are still my friend though you were not before
An angel with a lizard＇s tongue
Was screming for a holy broken nose
Linked to every class of men
Sprung out from the sparkling sins
Leaning on the cold electric stove
On a country road I swerved to the side
Trying to avoid a country bumpkin
Everyone＇s in line to meet with the man
Who blatantly inspired his generation
When they shake his hand and their fingers explode
Breaking both our necks by the tips of our toes
Then they turn to me cause you died I suppose
But I can＇t seem to glance fast enough to be sure
Back to summer days cold hands on the beach
Memories of thrills designed to please you
Down the fragrant path I strayed towards the bath
Suddenly I lived to learn to feed you
Down on bended knee where I＇ve been for a while
Set the record straight in the old fashioned style
Never took too much though I should have made more
You are still my friend though you were not before
lrc 歌词
[ti:Country Road] [ar:Adam Green] [al:Gemstones] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.88]Back in the summer of ＇91 [00:03.56] [00:04.18]An angel with a lizard＇s tongue [00:07.99] [00:09.05]Was screming for a holy broken nose [00:13.76] [00:15.88]Linked to every class of men [00:18.49]Sprung out from the sparkling sins [00:23.43]Leaning on the cold electric stove [00:27.61] [00:28.42]On a country road I swerved to the side [00:33.34] [00:34.21]Trying to avoid a country bumpkin [00:39.54] [00:40.60]Everyone＇s in line to meet with the man [00:45.40] [00:46.14]Who blatantly inspired his generation [00:51.64] [00:52.45]When they shake his hand and their fingers explode [00:57.72] [00:58.41]Breaking both our necks by the tips of our toes [01:03.71] [01:04.53]Then they turn to me cause you died I suppose [01:09.71] [01:10.51]But I can＇t seem to glance fast enough to be sure [01:16.45] [01:17.01]Back to summer days cold hands on the beach [01:21.80] [01:22.68]Memories of thrills designed to please you [01:28.36] [01:28.98]Down the fragrant path I strayed towards the bath [01:34.16] [01:34.98]Suddenly I lived to learn to feed you [01:41.16]Down on bended knee where I＇ve been for a while [01:46.41] [01:47.09]Set the record straight in the old fashioned style [01:52.84] [01:53.53]Never took too much though I should have made more [01:58.46] [01:59.16]You are still my friend though you were not before
