笨小笨Island Life歌词由Ivan Grobenski演唱，出自专辑《Island Life》，下面是《Island Life》完整版歌词！
Island Life歌词完整版
Rising out of the sea in a crown of peaks
Littered with the leftovers of previous visitors
An incestual fortress made of salt and stone
The most beautiful hell
The last inhabited piece of rock
And you
One of its three and a half thousand remaining souls
Speaking in a language nobody can understand
A glitch, a misprint, a hereditary flaw
Related to every single tombstone in the graveyard
And me
I could never be an island
I never understood how the wind rose turns
You know it takes two of us to dance
And we had four broken legs
Now, how do you like that?
It was never me
It was your father on the couch, calling you names
Your father the couch, telling you you're stupid
Your father the couch, complaining about the bread crumbs
Your father the couch, inventing incomputable ways of telling you
You're no good
It was your mother
Begging you to stay on the island
Your mother, asking you to go and find work
Your mother, telling you you're becoming the couch
Now I see why you used to
Bite me and punch me and scream in my face
I thought it was love
But it was nothing more than
Borderline physical abuse
