制作
出演艺人
Mutts
表演者
Mike Maimone
领唱
Chris Pagnani
打击乐
Bob Buckstaff
原声吉他
作曲和作词
Mutts
词曲作者
制作和工程
Mike Maimone
制作人
歌词
Her tongue told of scrambled eggs and cigarettes,
Not her notebook full of I-just-haven't-yet's.
She greets me in the morning with her Listerine kisses.
Her Game Genie daddy grants her endless wishes.
Jesus took a shower down Venice Beach,
Washing off the salt from the waves.
Her Daddy's in the church underneath a flag.
You know what they say, God, Country, Grave.
Skyscrapers cover up the harvest moon.
Feeling like a seed cast on stone.
A night so cold it was itchin'
It ain't just the roots that won't leave her alone.
No it's not the girl, and it's not the war
It ain't the general, or his orders
It's not the getting lost, or the cost or the fate
It's the thought you hate.
I would
I would
I would
I'd take it all back, but it's no good
I would
I would
I would
I'd take it all back, if I could
Written by: Mutts
