Beautiful Ones
High on diesel and gasoline,
psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides,
in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up,
22, psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads,
on the pill, got too much time to kill
get into bands and gangs,
Oh, here they come,
the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
loved up, doved up,
hung around, stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline,
psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come,
the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.
You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la...
歌詞來了,比現代詩還難懂呢
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• en描寫的是新興“現代派詩人“,追求感性生活,在糜幻中尋找寫作靈感 -綠色和平原子彈- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/02/2005 postreply 10:28:50
• 頭頭是道地嘿,期待著您的靈感再現 -fairy- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/02/2005 postreply 10:31:26