歌曲 | Pretty Hair |
歌手 | Human Highway |
专辑 | Moody Motorcycle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Guthrie, Thorburn | |
Your mother helped you move | |
Made your transition smooth | |
The community was there | |
The youthful faces, pretty hair | |
You were surrounded by your peers | |
Then one day you saw it | |
You went home and tried to draw it | |
But you couldn't get it quite right | |
Its luminescence was so strangely bright | |
Living in a fantasy of toxicity, toxically | |
You're rubbing up against the veneer of disease | |
You didn't know, you didn't ask, you know that it's easy | |
But you don't care, you like it that way, being taken by surprise | |
And narrowly, narrowly, narrowly avoiding your demise | |
A year later, early one morning | |
You woke up coughing, you poor thing | |
Turned on the radio but it wasn't active | |
There was a blackout, it was radioactive | |
So your mother came to get you | |
Because that's what mothers do | |
Left your neighborhood in pieces | |
Reduced to rubble and debris | |
Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV feels so guilty | |
Watched it on TV | |
In your father's den of iniquity | |
And you changed the channel when | |
You saw your old friend | |
He was burning, pretty hair was melting off his skin |
zuo qu : Guthrie, Thorburn | |
Your mother helped you move | |
Made your transition smooth | |
The community was there | |
The youthful faces, pretty hair | |
You were surrounded by your peers | |
Then one day you saw it | |
You went home and tried to draw it | |
But you couldn' t get it quite right | |
Its luminescence was so strangely bright | |
Living in a fantasy of toxicity, toxically | |
You' re rubbing up against the veneer of disease | |
You didn' t know, you didn' t ask, you know that it' s easy | |
But you don' t care, you like it that way, being taken by surprise | |
And narrowly, narrowly, narrowly avoiding your demise | |
A year later, early one morning | |
You woke up coughing, you poor thing | |
Turned on the radio but it wasn' t active | |
There was a blackout, it was radioactive | |
So your mother came to get you | |
Because that' s what mothers do | |
Left your neighborhood in pieces | |
Reduced to rubble and debris | |
Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV feels so guilty | |
Watched it on TV | |
In your father' s den of iniquity | |
And you changed the channel when | |
You saw your old friend | |
He was burning, pretty hair was melting off his skin |
zuò qǔ : Guthrie, Thorburn | |
Your mother helped you move | |
Made your transition smooth | |
The community was there | |
The youthful faces, pretty hair | |
You were surrounded by your peers | |
Then one day you saw it | |
You went home and tried to draw it | |
But you couldn' t get it quite right | |
Its luminescence was so strangely bright | |
Living in a fantasy of toxicity, toxically | |
You' re rubbing up against the veneer of disease | |
You didn' t know, you didn' t ask, you know that it' s easy | |
But you don' t care, you like it that way, being taken by surprise | |
And narrowly, narrowly, narrowly avoiding your demise | |
A year later, early one morning | |
You woke up coughing, you poor thing | |
Turned on the radio but it wasn' t active | |
There was a blackout, it was radioactive | |
So your mother came to get you | |
Because that' s what mothers do | |
Left your neighborhood in pieces | |
Reduced to rubble and debris | |
Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV feels so guilty | |
Watched it on TV | |
In your father' s den of iniquity | |
And you changed the channel when | |
You saw your old friend | |
He was burning, pretty hair was melting off his skin |