标题:Hook In Mouth
艺人:Megadeth
专辑:So Far, So Good... So What!
作词:Dave Mustaine
作曲:Dave Mustaine / David Ellefson
编曲:Dave Mustaine / David Ellefson
制谱人:Mr. Ibanez
指示:Enjoy it!
附注:
I didn't add the Voice because it doesn't sound
good and it's not necessary in this song I think.
I know that David doesn't slap (he plays with a pick)
but I chose the slap bass because as you'll notice it
sounds more like the real song.
节拍:♩ = 151
音轨:
- Dave Mustaine - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Jeff Young - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- David Ellefson - 击弦贝司2 Slap Bass 2
- Chuck Behler - 敲击乐器
- Effects / Fills - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
注释:He plays Electric Bass (pick) but Slap bass soundsbetter (more like the real song)
标记:IntroMain Riff AMain Riff BRiff A1. Solo2. SoloMain Riff C3. Solo4. SoloMain Riff CMain Riff AMain Riff BOutro
歌词:
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
I'm not a fish
Hook in mouth
I'm a man
