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作词 : Johnny Depp
作曲 : Marilyn Manson/ibiliss
编曲 : 精神可有道
The dead seal
The dark crucifix
Ghosts of the dead god's son
It's not the god
Rain
Night
Feel
My face looked like it has been jammed into the spokes of speeding Harley,
and the only thing keeping me awake was the spastic pain of a broken rib.
It had been a bad trip
-- fastened while in some moments, slow and dirty in others.
But on balance,
it looked like a bummer.
On my way back to San Francisco,
I tried to compose a fitting appetite.
I wanted something original,
but there was no escaping the echo of Mrs. Kurt's final words from the heart of darkness.
The horror, the horror... exterminate all the brutes.
I am picker,
I am a grinder,
I am a lover,
And i am a sinner,
I play my music in the sun.
作曲 : Marilyn Manson/ibiliss
编曲 : 精神可有道
The dead seal
The dark crucifix
Ghosts of the dead god's son
It's not the god
Rain
Night
Feel
My face looked like it has been jammed into the spokes of speeding Harley,
and the only thing keeping me awake was the spastic pain of a broken rib.
It had been a bad trip
-- fastened while in some moments, slow and dirty in others.
But on balance,
it looked like a bummer.
On my way back to San Francisco,
I tried to compose a fitting appetite.
I wanted something original,
but there was no escaping the echo of Mrs. Kurt's final words from the heart of darkness.
The horror, the horror... exterminate all the brutes.
I am picker,
I am a grinder,
I am a lover,
And i am a sinner,
I play my music in the sun.
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