] What day is it? Could you please tell me? What day is it? I'm confused you see Is it Sunday? [Zorak] No [Brak] Is it Monday? [Zorak] No! [Brak] Is it
译文: 幽灵空间. 这是什么日子？.
rye And singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space With
Closer than close you see yourself A mirrored image of what you wanted to be As each day goes by a little more You can't remember what it was you wanted
to me upon deaths embrace She calls my name out to space It's the voice of my childhood ghost I reach for her, but the vision is lost (Chorus) Won'
me upon deaths embrace She calls my name out to space It's the voice of my childhood ghost I reach for her, but the vision is lost (Chorus) Won
away plus the ozone So hot and so rich feeling this ghost tone Sol nigga and sol bitch Accept our foes is gone The world smells is fishy But I smell
but im goneeee im gone we outta here we outta here weightless, i can see the continents rollin in my space ghost, Rolls-Royce rocket ships im bringing back intelligence from space
) Money or your life OMG is down with us, Doughboy is down with us Dub C is down with us, Crazy Goons is down with us Snoop Dogg is down with us, Warren
is my day, yeah I must've been blind, out of my mind I never, never saw the warning signs How goes it? It goes lonely It goes slowly So slowly goes
mechanical found ghost But my ghetto is animal found toast My shell, mechanical found ghost But my ghetto is animal found toast My shell, mechanical found ghost But my ghetto is
I can see myself it's a golden sunrise Young boy open up your eyes It's supposed to be your day Now off you go horizon bound And you won't stop until
, silence equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is
these ghosts are good at what they do. haunting hallways floors imprinted by 24 years of footsteps. the ceiling is wearing thin and any day it could
half-alive, spinning around When you're not here My feet don't touch the ground Day and night What's left is not right, I'm upside down Losing you is
is some type of a fuckin trophy Don't know what to say homie, I understand under the notion that mine is at home under another man Don't even give it
states and Seeing new faces, not knowing who to trust So when the door kicked open they scream "This is a bust" "Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a
the wicked shit It was Halloween '85 I'm knocking on the door But when it opens, it was creeking and his voice real low And said "this is a special
