元ネタ：デス・オン・トゥ・レッグス（原題Death on Two Legs (Dedicated To...) Queen）
作：ヤジタリウス
You quench my roughness to reach
You make me low and you teach
Through ever feignin' not to assert
You've taken care of memory
And can't anymore
Outside estimate with other big checkmate
Without allowed weird climate
You're old school if versed in position
You make me low and you teach
Through ever feignin' not to assert
You've taken care of memory
And can't anymore
Outside estimate with other big checkmate
Without allowed weird climate
You're old school if versed in position
Dash on to slog
You're making me inert
Dash on to slog
You've ever put on a false front
Hit the way it's nay that's getting to sway
You're just old school boy
Can you find a new boy to replace yourself?
Can you make it?
And now you'll just dismiss anything standing by
Keep adding something sacrificed
Don't you get me sufficed?
(I think you can't)
Is that convenience for me?
Make it vague and agree?
Do you have what I need?
You're making me inert
Dash on to slog
You've ever put on a false front
Hit the way it's nay that's getting to sway
You're just old school boy
Can you find a new boy to replace yourself?
Can you make it?
And now you'll just dismiss anything standing by
Keep adding something sacrificed
Don't you get me sufficed?
(I think you can't)
Is that convenience for me?
Make it vague and agree?
Do you have what I need?
You work while you're dismissing role
You're just at broken-down goal
So you've been aiming at middling
You're just done for in afterimage
Let me turn face about
One yet to be squeezed
You're not kind of pleased
Put up with what your myth is
Mister has-been
Does you grin in a swirl?
Or grimace? (Snarl)
You're just at broken-down goal
So you've been aiming at middling
You're just done for in afterimage
Let me turn face about
One yet to be squeezed
You're not kind of pleased
Put up with what your myth is
Mister has-been
Does you grin in a swirl?
Or grimace? (Snarl)
Dash on to slog
You're making me inert
Dash on to slog
I'll never put up with (you'll never do) your pout
(Fruit of distortion)
Abstain from all getting utilized
It's not answer of any saying in old school purport
Must be chicanery of the most
Then make my ages inert or curt
Make me exert more than you'll assert...
You're making me inert
Dash on to slog
I'll never put up with (you'll never do) your pout
(Fruit of distortion)
Abstain from all getting utilized
It's not answer of any saying in old school purport
Must be chicanery of the most
Then make my ages inert or curt
Make me exert more than you'll assert...
