번역: 레몬 조이. Itaktak 모.
번역: 레몬 조이. 사랑의 희생자.
Ten thousand plastic eyeballs float through space Why don't you listen when you see my face It's a grim prediction, but I told you so, and Everyone says
You went out, you turned west You went numb, you felt possessed You fell down, you blacked out You woke up to stare and shout You saw there a dark void
have knives, but we've been waiting all our lives. And wait until the day arrives we will. We don't pretend we're fighting crime. We see the world in lemon
You don't know if it's bread or toast. You can see it but it's bathed in Ambiguous Red Light. At what point does bread become toast? Should you hit the
So what if I'm down? Stuck in reverse. I look around... It could be worse. What can I do? Honestly, I've got nothing to offer at all. Why should I grieve
When did my room get a ceiling? I've never seen it before. That's what I get for devoting all of my time to the floor. Sit down, you walking disaster
Lock up your children. Lock up your pets as well. (Your pets as well.) It's time to panic, because something terrible is mad as Hell. So read the papers
There's a robot in my head There's a robot in my head It is screwing everything up I can't sit still, still I hear the servos whirring All night long
I feel knotted up today but in a most exquisite way like neckties or like macrame bowlines and Zeppelin bends if you were a theremin I wouldn't know where
Old Godzilla was hoppin' around Tokyo City like a big playground When suddenly Batman burst from the shade And hit Godzilla with a Bat Grenade Godzilla
it's Lemon Demon, oh, lemon out of hell it's Lemon Demon, oh, little yellow spawn of Lucifer it's Lemon Demon, oh, lemon out of hell it's Lemon Demon, oh, lemon
Hello you tiny cardboard box with matches inside. Hello you wooden match. Hello the light you provide. You keep me warm. you keep me safe. You know that
when you choose your fate, don't think too much if you just can't wait, throw out your crutch make a name for yourself, make a self for your name take
I love my brine shrimp pals. They are my friends. I watch them float around inside their tank. But when I came back home from school today my little friends
What are you waiting for? Enough of this redundancy. Why don't you go back to my show? No need to torture me. It's just commercials. Damn commercials
Nobody knows my true indentity. For all we know I'm John F. Kennedy's love child with Nosferatu. We can't know, but still we got to. Nobody knows how
