Pretty Hair

歌曲 Pretty Hair
歌手 Human Highway
专辑 Moody Motorcycle

歌词

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

拼音

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