歌曲 | Freddy's Store |
歌手 | Jim Carroll |
专辑 | I Write Your Name |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carroll, Sanchez | |
I'm walking uptown | |
I hear a most peculiar sound | |
Like a seashell in my ear | |
Like the ocean was near | |
I go inside this store | |
To get my head clear | |
Once i'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie?] | |
You are greeted by a civil servant | |
She is dressed in beads | |
She jots down your needs | |
And casually recedes | |
Look around | |
Take the elevator down | |
Take it down | |
Once you reach downstairs | |
They take special care of you | |
You cannot believe what you see | |
You know guns to stop time | |
Laid out in a line | |
445's to uzi-3's | |
A man comes up in a uniform | |
He says, you were just who we were looking for | |
You heard the sound | |
Let me show you around | |
This place is big as some small towns | |
We got every gun beneath the sun | |
And the same for heavy munitions | |
We got the space to train | |
But we don't know you'll learn | |
But now take the time, just look around | |
Look around | |
Feel the water rushing down | |
Rushing down | |
Refrain: | |
But you better get ready | |
If you're going to freddy's | |
If you're going to freddy's store | |
You can lose or win | |
You can sink or swim | |
But you don't know where or what for | |
But you better get ready | |
If you're going to freddy's | |
If you're going to freddy's store | |
It's not exactly hell, | |
It's more like bechtel | |
They got only one item to sell | |
There's a booth for dressing | |
Also used for confession | |
There's a jesuit on call here | |
Twenty-four hours a day | |
He can guide you to pray | |
To waylay your modern guilt and fear | |
You live by the sword, you die, etcetera | |
And the same goes for an m-15 | |
But what the hell | |
When freddy rings that bell | |
Just make certain that your weapon is clean | |
And pointing down, | |
Down to the ground | |
Can you live in the tropics? | |
Can you fight on the sand? | |
Have you compunctions to function | |
In a far off land? | |
Can you kill a despot in an african nation? | |
Can you bite the pill | |
If the operation don't go down? | |
Down, if it don't go down | |
And there's a galley [. . . ?] | |
[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ?] | |
We don't distinguish left or ust don't ask about behind that door | |
You can stand on the corner | |
You can do the jerk | |
You can go to the disco | |
You can go berserk | |
But there are plenty of generals | |
And plenty of shahs | |
Who drive a coupe deville after the coup de etat | |
It's up to you, | |
You got one chance to score | |
Everybody gets a little piece of war | |
Just don't ask about behind that door | |
Hit the ground, get down | |
It's coming down | |
The door is coming down | |
Repeat refrain |
zuo ci : Carroll, Sanchez | |
I' m walking uptown | |
I hear a most peculiar sound | |
Like a seashell in my ear | |
Like the ocean was near | |
I go inside this store | |
To get my head clear | |
Once i' m inside the air is fresh as a lie? | |
You are greeted by a civil servant | |
She is dressed in beads | |
She jots down your needs | |
And casually recedes | |
Look around | |
Take the elevator down | |
Take it down | |
Once you reach downstairs | |
They take special care of you | |
You cannot believe what you see | |
You know guns to stop time | |
Laid out in a line | |
445' s to uzi3' s | |
A man comes up in a uniform | |
He says, you were just who we were looking for | |
You heard the sound | |
Let me show you around | |
This place is big as some small towns | |
We got every gun beneath the sun | |
And the same for heavy munitions | |
We got the space to train | |
But we don' t know you' ll learn | |
But now take the time, just look around | |
Look around | |
Feel the water rushing down | |
Rushing down | |
Refrain: | |
But you better get ready | |
If you' re going to freddy' s | |
If you' re going to freddy' s store | |
You can lose or win | |
You can sink or swim | |
But you don' t know where or what for | |
But you better get ready | |
If you' re going to freddy' s | |
If you' re going to freddy' s store | |
It' s not exactly hell, | |
It' s more like bechtel | |
They got only one item to sell | |
There' s a booth for dressing | |
Also used for confession | |
There' s a jesuit on call here | |
Twentyfour hours a day | |
He can guide you to pray | |
To waylay your modern guilt and fear | |
You live by the sword, you die, etcetera | |
And the same goes for an m15 | |
But what the hell | |
When freddy rings that bell | |
Just make certain that your weapon is clean | |
And pointing down, | |
Down to the ground | |
Can you live in the tropics? | |
Can you fight on the sand? | |
Have you compunctions to function | |
In a far off land? | |
Can you kill a despot in an african nation? | |
Can you bite the pill | |
If the operation don' t go down? | |
Down, if it don' t go down | |
And there' s a galley . . . ? | |
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ? | |
We don' t distinguish left or ust don' t ask about behind that door | |
You can stand on the corner | |
You can do the jerk | |
You can go to the disco | |
You can go berserk | |
But there are plenty of generals | |
And plenty of shahs | |
Who drive a coupe deville after the coup de etat | |
It' s up to you, | |
You got one chance to score | |
Everybody gets a little piece of war | |
Just don' t ask about behind that door | |
Hit the ground, get down | |
It' s coming down | |
The door is coming down | |
Repeat refrain |
zuò cí : Carroll, Sanchez | |
I' m walking uptown | |
I hear a most peculiar sound | |
Like a seashell in my ear | |
Like the ocean was near | |
I go inside this store | |
To get my head clear | |
Once i' m inside the air is fresh as a lie? | |
You are greeted by a civil servant | |
She is dressed in beads | |
She jots down your needs | |
And casually recedes | |
Look around | |
Take the elevator down | |
Take it down | |
Once you reach downstairs | |
They take special care of you | |
You cannot believe what you see | |
You know guns to stop time | |
Laid out in a line | |
445' s to uzi3' s | |
A man comes up in a uniform | |
He says, you were just who we were looking for | |
You heard the sound | |
Let me show you around | |
This place is big as some small towns | |
We got every gun beneath the sun | |
And the same for heavy munitions | |
We got the space to train | |
But we don' t know you' ll learn | |
But now take the time, just look around | |
Look around | |
Feel the water rushing down | |
Rushing down | |
Refrain: | |
But you better get ready | |
If you' re going to freddy' s | |
If you' re going to freddy' s store | |
You can lose or win | |
You can sink or swim | |
But you don' t know where or what for | |
But you better get ready | |
If you' re going to freddy' s | |
If you' re going to freddy' s store | |
It' s not exactly hell, | |
It' s more like bechtel | |
They got only one item to sell | |
There' s a booth for dressing | |
Also used for confession | |
There' s a jesuit on call here | |
Twentyfour hours a day | |
He can guide you to pray | |
To waylay your modern guilt and fear | |
You live by the sword, you die, etcetera | |
And the same goes for an m15 | |
But what the hell | |
When freddy rings that bell | |
Just make certain that your weapon is clean | |
And pointing down, | |
Down to the ground | |
Can you live in the tropics? | |
Can you fight on the sand? | |
Have you compunctions to function | |
In a far off land? | |
Can you kill a despot in an african nation? | |
Can you bite the pill | |
If the operation don' t go down? | |
Down, if it don' t go down | |
And there' s a galley . . . ? | |
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ? | |
We don' t distinguish left or ust don' t ask about behind that door | |
You can stand on the corner | |
You can do the jerk | |
You can go to the disco | |
You can go berserk | |
But there are plenty of generals | |
And plenty of shahs | |
Who drive a coupe deville after the coup de etat | |
It' s up to you, | |
You got one chance to score | |
Everybody gets a little piece of war | |
Just don' t ask about behind that door | |
Hit the ground, get down | |
It' s coming down | |
The door is coming down | |
Repeat refrain |