The Lord Is A Monkey - Butthole Surfers.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Butthole Surfers
[00:00.04] 作曲 : Gibby Haynes/King Coffey/Paul Leary Walthall
[00:00.09]Ahhhh...
[00:00.09]The Lord is a monkey
[00:52.95]Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July
[00:55.05]In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
[00:57.75]Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas
[01:00.66]Got her mind on her money and her shit up her ass
[01:03.84]Outside of Phoenix she was kinda broke down
[01:06.27]Burned a cracker-boy rig and she was out of that town.
[01:09.84]Ha Ha Ha!
[01:10.47]Ahhhhh...
[01:10.56]Well she was a Hare Krishna in the Ashram Bed
[01:40.17]She was sellin' 'get sky' and had funky-ass hair
[01:42.96]She pooed in my mouth and she threw me on the bed
[01:45.75]Where she cut off my balls and she sewed them to my head
[01:48.66]Well she's heading back East in a 67 Caddy
[01:49.95]I say tomato (toh-may-toh) so instead you say (toh-mah-toh), and I say light-skinned but you say mulatto. I don't know, I prefer to go straight off the chest, ya suck certain judges' dicks and then you paid off the rest, with your bootleg apparel and counterfeit poetic license, your neck's too skinny to cope this pathetic crisis. Instead of flippin' the script, I toss the fader, and throw it back and forth like I'm playing hot potato. God, mind, and body parts so bear witness devils, and put on a pair of shorts to compare fitness levels. Old school B-boys request the response, so I lifted the veil in the fiesta resistance. I lie when I'm rappin', I tell the truth when I'm cuttin', girls around the way say I'm cute as a button, and it's him, Johnny Rockwell, male model, see him next, freestylin' on the microphone or on a BMX, knowin' the length and not crashin' halfway. I'm chillin' and coolin' at the fashion cafe, eatin' a salad and drinking mad champagne, and signin' the deal for the Missoni ad campaign. It's just a day in the life of a pretty face, sometimes in business, these people with their shitty tastes of a high heel shoe in their mouth with a foot in it, as for me, I got money and that's where I'm puttin' it. Where my mouth is, you know the science
[02:20.88]Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool
[02:23.88]Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school
[02:26.88]Well I real did good but it's kickin' my ass
[02:29.37]I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass
[02:32.34]Well she's looking pretty good first week in July
[02:34.92]She's got her shit up her ass and a needle in her eye
[03:21.99]Ahhhhh...
[03:22.08]Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
[03:24.24]In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
[03:26.91]Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas
[03:29.79]Got her mind on her money and her shit up her ass
文本歌词
作词 : Butthole Surfers
作曲 : Gibby Haynes/King Coffey/Paul Leary Walthall
Ahhhh...
The Lord is a monkey
Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and her shit up her ass
Outside of Phoenix she was kinda broke down
Burned a cracker-boy rig and she was out of that town.
Ha Ha Ha!
Ahhhhh...
Well she was a Hare Krishna in the Ashram Bed
She was sellin' 'get sky' and had funky-ass hair
She pooed in my mouth and she threw me on the bed
Where she cut off my balls and she sewed them to my head
Well she's heading back East in a 67 Caddy
I say tomato (toh-may-toh) so instead you say (toh-mah-toh), and I say light-skinned but you say mulatto. I don't know, I prefer to go straight off the chest, ya suck certain judges' dicks and then you paid off the rest, with your bootleg apparel and counterfeit poetic license, your neck's too skinny to cope this pathetic crisis. Instead of flippin' the script, I toss the fader, and throw it back and forth like I'm playing hot potato. God, mind, and body parts so bear witness devils, and put on a pair of shorts to compare fitness levels. Old school B-boys request the response, so I lifted the veil in the fiesta resistance. I lie when I'm rappin', I tell the truth when I'm cuttin', girls around the way say I'm cute as a button, and it's him, Johnny Rockwell, male model, see him next, freestylin' on the microphone or on a BMX, knowin' the length and not crashin' halfway. I'm chillin' and coolin' at the fashion cafe, eatin' a salad and drinking mad champagne, and signin' the deal for the Missoni ad campaign. It's just a day in the life of a pretty face, sometimes in business, these people with their shitty tastes of a high heel shoe in their mouth with a foot in it, as for me, I got money and that's where I'm puttin' it. Where my mouth is, you know the science
Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool
Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school
Well I real did good but it's kickin' my ass
I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass
Well she's looking pretty good first week in July
She's got her shit up her ass and a needle in her eye
Ahhhhh...
Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and her shit up her ass