作词 : Fall, Showbiz | |
Just take for instance | |
A time of great depression | |
Fade out of reason | |
Bad time's in season | |
Don't shut your heart out | |
Don't cry your eyes out | |
Don't cry for me, mexico | |
Or savage pencil | |
I'm nearly healthy | |
And they try to take my eyes out | |
Friends try to work my soul out | |
But i don't sing, i just shout | |
Heavy clout, heart out | |
Now here's a joke | |
To cheer you up: | |
Old times no surgeon | |
Just magicians and dungeons | |
There they take your heart out | |
With a sharp knife | |
It wasn't fake | |
They had no anesthetic. | |
That joke's pathetic. | |
Just look at me | |
Too much speed | |
But very plain | |
You're lucky, friend. | |
You've got one to take out | |
You know what i'm talking about! | |
I don't sing i just shout | |
All on one note. | |
Sing, sing, sing, sing | |
Look at me, i just ding | |
Heart is out, out, it's out |
zuo ci : Fall, Showbiz | |
Just take for instance | |
A time of great depression | |
Fade out of reason | |
Bad time' s in season | |
Don' t shut your heart out | |
Don' t cry your eyes out | |
Don' t cry for me, mexico | |
Or savage pencil | |
I' m nearly healthy | |
And they try to take my eyes out | |
Friends try to work my soul out | |
But i don' t sing, i just shout | |
Heavy clout, heart out | |
Now here' s a joke | |
To cheer you up: | |
Old times no surgeon | |
Just magicians and dungeons | |
There they take your heart out | |
With a sharp knife | |
It wasn' t fake | |
They had no anesthetic. | |
That joke' s pathetic. | |
Just look at me | |
Too much speed | |
But very plain | |
You' re lucky, friend. | |
You' ve got one to take out | |
You know what i' m talking about! | |
I don' t sing i just shout | |
All on one note. | |
Sing, sing, sing, sing | |
Look at me, i just ding | |
Heart is out, out, it' s out |
zuò cí : Fall, Showbiz | |
Just take for instance | |
A time of great depression | |
Fade out of reason | |
Bad time' s in season | |
Don' t shut your heart out | |
Don' t cry your eyes out | |
Don' t cry for me, mexico | |
Or savage pencil | |
I' m nearly healthy | |
And they try to take my eyes out | |
Friends try to work my soul out | |
But i don' t sing, i just shout | |
Heavy clout, heart out | |
Now here' s a joke | |
To cheer you up: | |
Old times no surgeon | |
Just magicians and dungeons | |
There they take your heart out | |
With a sharp knife | |
It wasn' t fake | |
They had no anesthetic. | |
That joke' s pathetic. | |
Just look at me | |
Too much speed | |
But very plain | |
You' re lucky, friend. | |
You' ve got one to take out | |
You know what i' m talking about! | |
I don' t sing i just shout | |
All on one note. | |
Sing, sing, sing, sing | |
Look at me, i just ding | |
Heart is out, out, it' s out |