时间：2006-01-23
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Tommy (Explicit) - Portugal. The Man
Tommy was a preacher's son
Now he's running through the jungle
Oh yes sir
Yes sir
Fingers cold and fire
When you get so tired and we're so tired
Lazing back in this desert
Waitin' for that sunny day
Whoo uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Tommy was a preacher's son
Now he's running through
The streets sellin' up that ***
Those fires will get ya
When you get too tired and we're so tired
And
Eyes blister beaded fortress
Rolling fevered freight trains in
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Ooohhh
Well
I met three men with friends in office
Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles
Our boots come alive in this mud
In this mud and this sh*t
In this mud in this mud and this sh*t
Life
Is hard to fill with teeth
That bite
Through August fall of '69
Jesus had birthed him
He spoke in guns through crippled sheets
For Jesus had birthed him
Sugar cubes fingernails
Worming snakes that built the fire
When get so tired and we're so tired
Oh Jimmy got a patient
Waitin' for that sunny day
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Uhh uhh uh ooh oohwoo
Uhhhh
Well
I met three men with friends in office
Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles
Our boots come alive in this mud
In this mud and this sh*t
In this mud in this mud and this sh*t
Well
I met three men with friends in office
Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles
Our boots come alive in this mud
In this mud and this sh*t
Well
I met three men with friends in office
Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles
Our boots come alive in this mud
In this mud and this sh*t
In this mud in this mud and this sh*t
