《H.o.w.》歌词

[00:00:00] H.o.w. - The Fall

[00:00:01] Written by：Mark E. Smith

[00:00:05] I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes

[00:00:16] I like to delve in destruction lust and debauches

[00:00:22] And I am the one who stamps on all ages

[00:00:28] From 16 to 40 over and under

[00:00:34] I'm monolithic and the black ice on the corner

[00:00:49] As all is as one as all damp on all stone

[00:00:52] I hold all time and can induce at once

[00:00:55] Jet trains lead paint stamps on border forms

[00:01:05] Misread easter island put butter on plague style

[00:01:08] Spin complete revolutions and not bat an eyelid

[00:01:18] And alter tree rings so that what you are after

[00:01:24] You will not ever find with a surfeit of lumber

[00:01:27] And make you imagine from hunger

[00:01:30] Bread trees spinning dripping with butter

[00:01:34] Just 6 inches higher than your upstretched middle finger

[00:01:57] I place minute dust in your microchip vessels

[00:02:00] For daring to think all science is immortal

[00:02:03] I am the one who'll strike you down at once

[00:02:07] For stretching time bracket and assuming that what is

[00:02:09] Can be maladjusted a rigid adoption

[00:02:13] Of codes you had concocted

[00:02:26] I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes

[00:02:32] And show you all hideous microscope thingies

[00:02:38] And hovis set up in london's psoriasis

[00:02:45] Stockings jokings 1780's

[00:03:34] I like to delve in destruction lust and debauches

[00:03:40] And I am the one who stamps on all ages

[00:03:46] From 16 to 40 over and under

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