歌曲 | A Dog in the Manger |
歌手 | Skyclad |
专辑 | Prince of the Poverty Line |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
2 A.M. a southbound junction - innocence takes flight | |
Common sense has lost all function - stranded in the night. | |
The albatross has flown the nest - he's breaking family ties | |
He recalls his mother weeping with her hands held to her eyes. | |
His alcoholic father was too drunk to know or care | |
The rod not spared had spoiled this child - his only son and heir. | |
The city lights have pulled him southward - magnets in his mind | |
Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind. "The boy only wants some attention - he's wasting our time He'll never survive on his own - for he's no son of mine." | |
There's thousands more just like him - seeking love they've never found | |
No hearth and home to call his own - our fox has run to ground. | |
His father taught him right from wrong (and beat him black and blue) | |
Caressed the boy with his clenched fist the only way he knew. | |
He never went to school that much 'cause he could not disguise | |
The weals and bruises on his legs - the rings around his eyes. | |
He only needed a family to help him to shine | |
All he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line. | |
He stirs from his gin and tamazapam coma | |
To find while he slept someone has done him over | |
His things are all missing or strewn 'cross the floor | |
And he can't quite recall the events of the evening before. | |
As cars race by our young prince waits behind his cardboard shield "OXFAM" crown upon his head - his thumb a sword to wield | |
A shoddy-clad knight of the road - the quest is underway | |
Drawn by glowing street lights in the night - and smoke by day. | |
The city lights have pulled him southward - magnets in his mind | |
Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind. "The boy only wants some attention - he's wasting our time" (he only needed a family to help him to shine) "He'll never survive on his own - for he's no son of mine" (all he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line). |
zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
2 A. M. a southbound junction innocence takes flight | |
Common sense has lost all function stranded in the night. | |
The albatross has flown the nest he' s breaking family ties | |
He recalls his mother weeping with her hands held to her eyes. | |
His alcoholic father was too drunk to know or care | |
The rod not spared had spoiled this child his only son and heir. | |
The city lights have pulled him southward magnets in his mind | |
Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind. " The boy only wants some attention he' s wasting our time He' ll never survive on his own for he' s no son of mine." | |
There' s thousands more just like him seeking love they' ve never found | |
No hearth and home to call his own our fox has run to ground. | |
His father taught him right from wrong and beat him black and blue | |
Caressed the boy with his clenched fist the only way he knew. | |
He never went to school that much ' cause he could not disguise | |
The weals and bruises on his legs the rings around his eyes. | |
He only needed a family to help him to shine | |
All he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line. | |
He stirs from his gin and tamazapam coma | |
To find while he slept someone has done him over | |
His things are all missing or strewn ' cross the floor | |
And he can' t quite recall the events of the evening before. | |
As cars race by our young prince waits behind his cardboard shield " OXFAM" crown upon his head his thumb a sword to wield | |
A shoddyclad knight of the road the quest is underway | |
Drawn by glowing street lights in the night and smoke by day. | |
The city lights have pulled him southward magnets in his mind | |
Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind. " The boy only wants some attention he' s wasting our time" he only needed a family to help him to shine " He' ll never survive on his own for he' s no son of mine" all he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line. |
zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
2 A. M. a southbound junction innocence takes flight | |
Common sense has lost all function stranded in the night. | |
The albatross has flown the nest he' s breaking family ties | |
He recalls his mother weeping with her hands held to her eyes. | |
His alcoholic father was too drunk to know or care | |
The rod not spared had spoiled this child his only son and heir. | |
The city lights have pulled him southward magnets in his mind | |
Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind. " The boy only wants some attention he' s wasting our time He' ll never survive on his own for he' s no son of mine." | |
There' s thousands more just like him seeking love they' ve never found | |
No hearth and home to call his own our fox has run to ground. | |
His father taught him right from wrong and beat him black and blue | |
Caressed the boy with his clenched fist the only way he knew. | |
He never went to school that much ' cause he could not disguise | |
The weals and bruises on his legs the rings around his eyes. | |
He only needed a family to help him to shine | |
All he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line. | |
He stirs from his gin and tamazapam coma | |
To find while he slept someone has done him over | |
His things are all missing or strewn ' cross the floor | |
And he can' t quite recall the events of the evening before. | |
As cars race by our young prince waits behind his cardboard shield " OXFAM" crown upon his head his thumb a sword to wield | |
A shoddyclad knight of the road the quest is underway | |
Drawn by glowing street lights in the night and smoke by day. | |
The city lights have pulled him southward magnets in his mind | |
Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind. " The boy only wants some attention he' s wasting our time" he only needed a family to help him to shine " He' ll never survive on his own for he' s no son of mine" all he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line. |