Wrapped in feathers and tar You clutched my back and you bit my neck Stroke me down to the floor You burn my brain, lay me in chains And I want more
번역: Alphaville. 깃털과 타르.
Wrapped in feathers and tar You clutched my back and you bit my neck Stroke me down to the floor You burn my brain, lay me in chains And I want more I
the worse Change nonetheless Hey hey hey Got no place to stay I hear machines They burst at the seams But tar and feather All stick together Greetings
an idea of what an individualist he was he spelt it hen3ry. the 3 was silent, you see. henry was fin Lly independent having inherited his father's tar-and-feather business and
In the street, they're digging holes and in the sinks they're swilling coal-tar, baby. Feathers stuck on poles. They're waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo
seek nuff respect Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin' par shallah Pro black like tar Designin' the fly shit and stay shinin' And the RZA pours more beats
you bet, keep it movin par shallah Pro black like tar Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete
bird, white bird With your face so pale White bird, white bird Where'd you get that tail? White bird, white bird With a black tail White feathers dipped in tar
not Famous last words Stare at someone You used to know Laughs at you Turns around and fade away If only I could see it that way Tar for feathers Blood
God forsaken greed I'll ply the tar out of your feathers I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet You and me You and me You and me And if I choose your
tar and feather You'll see, you'll see Thanks for the Grammy Who'd a thought a country boy like me, like me? I'll cherish it forever, garnish with tar and feather
can I do Wrapped in feathers and tar You clutched my back and you bit my neck Stroke me down to the floor You burn my brain, lay me in chains And I want
bold and tried to fight, Some got tied in Christmas lights The magic marker was running wild, Many ended up in a dog pile Kitty whiskers, muttons and stars, We've got the feathers
. Co-opted! There's vultures preying on the underground. It's packaged! It's just fashion and rebellion. Mainstream! It was better in the basement. Lynch mob! Tar and feather
