Lost Weekend-The Qemists/Mike Patton

歌手 : The Qemists / Mike Patton

专辑 : Lost Weekend

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:35

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TXT Lost Weekend-The Qemists/Mike Patton 文本歌词

It's friday night and I'm alone

The stars are out and I'm at home

Feel like I’m coming out alive

See the knuckles turning white (wahoo)

It’s Friday night and no one’s home, home

I'm in the city all alone, lone

Feel like a carnival tonight

Strap me up and take a ride, ride

An' round and round she goes

And where she stops, no one knows

An' round and round she goes

And where she stops, no one knows, knows

Feel it coming on now x 10

Feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it...

I got your money (woohoo)

I'll treat you honey (woohoo)

I'll keep you up for days (uh, uh)

I got your sugar (uh, uh)

I’ll be your hooker (uh, uh)

I'll keep you up for days

Saturday night I'm f**king stoned, stoned

While all the suckers got the jones, jones

I'm on the freeway, gonna blow, blow

The red lights saying go, go

Saturday night I'm f**king gone, gone

And all my friends are saying don't, don't

The world is flashing like a strobe, strobe

Push the pedal sayin' woah, woah, woah... (sh*t...)

(I'm hot)

I got your money (go, go)

Hold on, hold on, hold on

I treat you honey

Hold on, hold on, hold on

I got your money (go, go)

Hold on, hold on

Come on (woohoo)

I got your money (woohoo)

I'll treat you honey (woohoo)

I'll keep you up for days (uh, uh)

I got your sugar (uh, uh)

I’ll be your hooker (uh, uh)

I'll keep you up for days (woohoo)

I got your money

I'll treat you honey

I'll keep you up for day...

I'll keep you up for days (come on)

(I'm in the runnin' now)

Hold on

Hold on (you wanna rock now?)

Hold on

Coming down now...

(Wahoo)

It’s Sunday morning, I'm with you

How did I end up in this room?

I’m in a bed that isn’t mine

The walls are closin' in tight, tight

It’s Sunday morning, I'm with you, you

Your voice is like a sonic boom, boom

And round and round she goes, goes

And where she stops no one knows, knows

And round and round she goes

And where she stops no one knows

And round and round she goes

And where she stops no one knows, knows