The She - The Breeders-歌词

The She - The Breeders

Written by：Kim Deal

Ripped off you smoked the Bible

Rolled it up your last breath hot on my back

You get started try to get somewhere

You move so slow you're not even here

Dear traveller

Dear traveller

It's my death rhythm my arithmetic

I got used to nobody riding in the back

Sorrow blowin' through the vents

I'm over Houston

You're over the night we met

Over the night we met

Dear traveller

Dear traveller

The she scared electricity

Where no human carries a map

You say you gotta burn to shine

But every prism unwinds

A road to ruin and this ticket's mine

Dear traveller

Dear traveller

Dear traveller

Dear traveller