标题:Bad Mother
艺人:Therapy?
专辑:Infernal Love
作词:Cairns, Hart, McCarrick
作曲:Andrew James Cairns & Martin McCarrick
制谱人:dede73
指示:CD156
节拍:♩ = 156
和弦:C
音轨:
- Guitare1 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitare2+3 - 爵士乐电吉他 Electric Guitar (jazz)
- Guitare2 bis - 班卓 Banjo
- Basse - 拨片拨电贝司 Electric Bass(pick)
- Percussions - 敲击乐器
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歌词:
It's a beautiful day, but I don't see it that way
The sky's too bright for my tired eyes to take
And I wish I was home, I'm edgy, cramped and cold
Trying to keep down the things that you keep wanting to throw up
You only mean it, 'cos you look like Jesus
You really mean it, when you look like Jesus
In your retirement home, watching you wanting to die
This thing has sucked all the dignity from your life
And this used to be fun, this used to be what you want
Now its just the same as everything, you run away
You only mean it, if you look like Jesus
You really mean it, 'cos you look like Jesus
The vicious vulgar colours clash, like the twelfth day of July
Left abandoned in a field, endless wailing scaring me
I could see beyond the field, being left alone in lonely summer
I am stuck out here, waiting for you to take me home
You only mean it, if you look like Jesus
You only mean it, if you look like Jesus
You only mean it, 'cos you look like Jesus
You only mean it, 'cos you look like Jesus
(I'm falling, I'm falling)
You only mean it, 'cos you look like Jesus
You really mean it, 'cos you look like Jesus
You only mean it, 'cos you look like Jesus
You really mean it, you really mean it, 'cos you look like Jesus
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it (I'm falling)
You really mean it
You really mean it
You really mean it