歌曲 | Smalltown England |
歌手 | New Model Army |
专辑 | Vengeance |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Morrow, Sullivan | |
Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down | |
There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside | |
About quarter to eight and we'll go into town | |
And find out what everybody's been saying about us | |
Smalltown walls have eyes and ears | |
Stories fly thick and fast round here | |
Truth and lies are all the same | |
Whatever you do don't rock the boat | |
You've got to play the game, play the game | |
Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? | |
Is it a crime to believe in something different? | |
Is it a crime to want to make things happen? | |
To spit in the faces of the cynical fools | |
The incrowd know that the shell is thin | |
So they all protect the cage they're in | |
Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again | |
No tears of rage, no cries of pain | |
Nothing ventured, nothing gained | |
In smalltown England | |
Because the world outside the pint in hand | |
Is all so hard to understand | |
And if visions of the world come clear | |
They're not allowed to interfere | |
Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . . | |
The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry | |
Diesel fumes from a passing lorry | |
Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain | |
For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane | |
Well, last week we all got really smashed | |
We couldn't stand up, it was a real laugh | |
And this week's going to be just the same | |
And the next and the next, again and again | |
They say you've got to have fun while you're young | |
'Cause they can't believe there's anything else except this |
zuo ci : Morrow, Sullivan | |
Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down | |
There' s a pub in the corner and I' ll meet you inside | |
About quarter to eight and we' ll go into town | |
And find out what everybody' s been saying about us | |
Smalltown walls have eyes and ears | |
Stories fly thick and fast round here | |
Truth and lies are all the same | |
Whatever you do don' t rock the boat | |
You' ve got to play the game, play the game | |
Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? | |
Is it a crime to believe in something different? | |
Is it a crime to want to make things happen? | |
To spit in the faces of the cynical fools | |
The incrowd know that the shell is thin | |
So they all protect the cage they' re in | |
Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again | |
No tears of rage, no cries of pain | |
Nothing ventured, nothing gained | |
In smalltown England | |
Because the world outside the pint in hand | |
Is all so hard to understand | |
And if visions of the world come clear | |
They' re not allowed to interfere | |
Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . . | |
The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry | |
Diesel fumes from a passing lorry | |
Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain | |
For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane | |
Well, last week we all got really smashed | |
We couldn' t stand up, it was a real laugh | |
And this week' s going to be just the same | |
And the next and the next, again and again | |
They say you' ve got to have fun while you' re young | |
' Cause they can' t believe there' s anything else except this |
zuò cí : Morrow, Sullivan | |
Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down | |
There' s a pub in the corner and I' ll meet you inside | |
About quarter to eight and we' ll go into town | |
And find out what everybody' s been saying about us | |
Smalltown walls have eyes and ears | |
Stories fly thick and fast round here | |
Truth and lies are all the same | |
Whatever you do don' t rock the boat | |
You' ve got to play the game, play the game | |
Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? | |
Is it a crime to believe in something different? | |
Is it a crime to want to make things happen? | |
To spit in the faces of the cynical fools | |
The incrowd know that the shell is thin | |
So they all protect the cage they' re in | |
Get drunk and stoned and wrecked again | |
No tears of rage, no cries of pain | |
Nothing ventured, nothing gained | |
In smalltown England | |
Because the world outside the pint in hand | |
Is all so hard to understand | |
And if visions of the world come clear | |
They' re not allowed to interfere | |
Ch: Is it a crime to want something else? . . . | |
The smell of hot food from the takeaway curry | |
Diesel fumes from a passing lorry | |
Waiting in the queue in the pouring rain | |
For the chip shop up on Bowling Lane | |
Well, last week we all got really smashed | |
We couldn' t stand up, it was a real laugh | |
And this week' s going to be just the same | |
And the next and the next, again and again | |
They say you' ve got to have fun while you' re young | |
' Cause they can' t believe there' s anything else except this |