| 歌曲 | Drunk Tank |
| 歌手 | Tindersticks |
| 专辑 | Tindersticks |
| 作词 : Tindersticks | |
| (OK...1,2,3,4....) | |
| How are you doing tonight? | |
| Pull the blankets tight | |
| The drunks shout outside your window | |
| Light scrapes across your wall | |
| Think of me | |
| It never goes away | |
| Think of me, I know | |
| It never goes away | |
| How are you doing tonight? | |
| I don't wanna fight | |
| Just walked these miles | |
| To be passing by | |
| Just to say | |
| That I'm okay | |
| For you to see the state of me | |
| I know I said | |
| We'd better get home to bed | |
| And I was the one | |
| I always stayed out so late | |
| Always forgiving | |
| My inconsideration | |
| It's a different story | |
| When you can never go home again | |
| I'm home, home again | |
| My hands came back today | |
| Finally set themselves free | |
| No more fists on the end of my arms | |
| Just these hands, trembling | |
| Think of me | |
| It never goes away | |
| Think of me | |
| The way I used to be | |
| I know I said | |
| We'd better get home to bed | |
| And I was the one | |
| I always stayed out so late | |
| Always forgiving | |
| My inconsideration | |
| It's a different story | |
| When you can never go home again | |
| I'm home, home again |
| zuò cí : Tindersticks | |
| OK... 1, 2, 3, 4.... | |
| How are you doing tonight? | |
| Pull the blankets tight | |
| The drunks shout outside your window | |
| Light scrapes across your wall | |
| Think of me | |
| It never goes away | |
| Think of me, I know | |
| It never goes away | |
| How are you doing tonight? | |
| I don' t wanna fight | |
| Just walked these miles | |
| To be passing by | |
| Just to say | |
| That I' m okay | |
| For you to see the state of me | |
| I know I said | |
| We' d better get home to bed | |
| And I was the one | |
| I always stayed out so late | |
| Always forgiving | |
| My inconsideration | |
| It' s a different story | |
| When you can never go home again | |
| I' m home, home again | |
| My hands came back today | |
| Finally set themselves free | |
| No more fists on the end of my arms | |
| Just these hands, trembling | |
| Think of me | |
| It never goes away | |
| Think of me | |
| The way I used to be | |
| I know I said | |
| We' d better get home to bed | |
| And I was the one | |
| I always stayed out so late | |
| Always forgiving | |
| My inconsideration | |
| It' s a different story | |
| When you can never go home again | |
| I' m home, home again |