[00:00.000] 作曲 : Spoken Word
[00:00.121] My face looked like it has been jammed into the spokes of speeding Harley,
[00:04.692] and the only thing keeping me awake was the spastic pain of a broken rib.
[00:09.462] It had been a bad trip
[00:11.709] -- fastened while in some moments, slow and dirty in others.
[00:15.981] But on balance,
[00:16.722] it looked like a bummer.
[00:18.670] On my way back to San Francisco,
[00:20.639] I tried to compose a fitting appetite.
[00:23.635] I wanted something original,
[00:24.603] but there was no escaping the echo of Mrs. Kurt's final words from the heart of darkness.
[00:30.035] The horror, the horror... exterminate all the brutes.

作曲 : Spoken Word
My face looked like it has been jammed into the spokes of speeding Harley,
and the only thing keeping me awake was the spastic pain of a broken rib.
It had been a bad trip
-- fastened while in some moments, slow and dirty in others.
But on balance,
it looked like a bummer.
On my way back to San Francisco,
I tried to compose a fitting appetite.
I wanted something original,
but there was no escaping the echo of Mrs. Kurt's final words from the heart of darkness.
The horror, the horror... exterminate all the brutes.