笨小笨Milk歌词由Aztec Milk Temple演唱，出自专辑《On Television》，下面是《Milk》完整版歌词！
Milk歌词完整版
Decisions, quality, mankind, starting with the wheel in time, man perused conventional mechanical-ism and over the past few thousand years made objective decisions. These theories flowed, built on one another and eventually overlapped into a subjective chaos simply withheld by the standoff to the future. Some of the most crucial being in the past two centuries. Man erected two doors, stood in front of them and dared to walk into a mechanical monster called technology. Just to walk into another set of doors. Eventually the last door will be opened, and the cancer of curiosity will kill man as it does the cat. Meow.
This Aztec milk, drink of the gods.
Like pure red silk, it brings the sun.
It’s all the news, it’s all the news, shrapnel silk when asked to choose? The king rings. Hey Mister, in perfect dreams. The life of a saint. No returns. No returns. The duality of not caring. Salinger got the best of me and sold a million copies. Eat the rich. Pay your debts. Only time is left, don’t lose your share.
This Aztec milk, drink of the gods.
Like pure red silk, it brings the sun.
Dripping time from a hose. All your plastic starts to show. Making time for letting go because you know moving on just gets so old. Making time for letting go because you know moving on just gets so old.
