Down Street 歌词
| 歌曲 | Down Street |
| 歌手 | Steve Hackett |
| 专辑 | Wild Orchids |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hackett, King | |
| Dear friend you've come at last | |
| I wish to impart to you something of a deeply personal nature | |
| Dare we venture off the map | |
| And indeed between the cracks | |
| To a private road of sorts | |
| I presume you have a strong will | |
| And the stomach to match the underbelly of our fair city | |
| You'll need this firm crowbar | |
| Whilst I implore you to utilise no sense of smell | |
| And to think people live down there | |
| A rush of chill air heralds our clattering necropolis railway | |
| Like a Transylvanian express plunging into rivers of fungi algae and eels | |
| Ten million rats, one for each one of us | |
| And to think people live down there | |
| A race of wild hogs inhabit the sewers of Hampstead | |
| A cesspool suburb superb supreme | |
| Catacombs of Kensal Green | |
| I know you'd like to slime away | |
| Like those walled up under Whitechapel | |
| But I've my own kind of Jubilee line out of sight and out of mind | |
| And to think you'll have to live down there | |
| Strangled streams, smothered rivers, London always gives me the shivers | |
| Forty abandoned stations and Churchill's last bolthole | |
| Impregnable as Hitler's bunker | |
| Can't you see them dancing on the platform at Down Street |
| zuo ci : Hackett, King | |
| Dear friend you' ve come at last | |
| I wish to impart to you something of a deeply personal nature | |
| Dare we venture off the map | |
| And indeed between the cracks | |
| To a private road of sorts | |
| I presume you have a strong will | |
| And the stomach to match the underbelly of our fair city | |
| You' ll need this firm crowbar | |
| Whilst I implore you to utilise no sense of smell | |
| And to think people live down there | |
| A rush of chill air heralds our clattering necropolis railway | |
| Like a Transylvanian express plunging into rivers of fungi algae and eels | |
| Ten million rats, one for each one of us | |
| And to think people live down there | |
| A race of wild hogs inhabit the sewers of Hampstead | |
| A cesspool suburb superb supreme | |
| Catacombs of Kensal Green | |
| I know you' d like to slime away | |
| Like those walled up under Whitechapel | |
| But I' ve my own kind of Jubilee line out of sight and out of mind | |
| And to think you' ll have to live down there | |
| Strangled streams, smothered rivers, London always gives me the shivers | |
| Forty abandoned stations and Churchill' s last bolthole | |
| Impregnable as Hitler' s bunker | |
| Can' t you see them dancing on the platform at Down Street |
| zuò cí : Hackett, King | |
| Dear friend you' ve come at last | |
| I wish to impart to you something of a deeply personal nature | |
| Dare we venture off the map | |
| And indeed between the cracks | |
| To a private road of sorts | |
| I presume you have a strong will | |
| And the stomach to match the underbelly of our fair city | |
| You' ll need this firm crowbar | |
| Whilst I implore you to utilise no sense of smell | |
| And to think people live down there | |
| A rush of chill air heralds our clattering necropolis railway | |
| Like a Transylvanian express plunging into rivers of fungi algae and eels | |
| Ten million rats, one for each one of us | |
| And to think people live down there | |
| A race of wild hogs inhabit the sewers of Hampstead | |
| A cesspool suburb superb supreme | |
| Catacombs of Kensal Green | |
| I know you' d like to slime away | |
| Like those walled up under Whitechapel | |
| But I' ve my own kind of Jubilee line out of sight and out of mind | |
| And to think you' ll have to live down there | |
| Strangled streams, smothered rivers, London always gives me the shivers | |
| Forty abandoned stations and Churchill' s last bolthole | |
| Impregnable as Hitler' s bunker | |
| Can' t you see them dancing on the platform at Down Street |
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