歌曲 | Bombsite Boy |
歌手 | The Adverts |
专辑 | Crossing the Red Sea with the Adverts |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Smith | |
Leapfrog over fences. | |
Little time, less senses. | |
Here by this railway cutting. | |
Life goes quick and it goes without warning. | |
That's how life is in my bombsite dwelling. | |
But I don't believe you have to be an idiot. | |
To get somewhere these days. | |
I don't believe you have to sell your soul, | |
And do what everybody says, | |
Or get carried away. | |
Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray. | |
Give thanks - | |
I'm happy where | |
I am. It's just as well. | |
Well, I thank | |
God I never closed my eyes. | |
Thank God | |
I never compromised. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy. | |
Thank God | |
I wasn't mesmerized. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy. | |
There's a killer in your subway. | |
An anarchist on your street. | |
There's a breakdown on your | |
T.V. You can't find no relief. | |
In fact no feelings at all. | |
Your war is totally internal. | |
At least I'm sure that mine is - on the outside. | |
I can thank | |
God I never closed my eyes. | |
Thank God | |
I never compromised. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy. | |
Thank God | |
I wasn't mesmerized. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy - the bombsite boy. |
zuo ci : Smith | |
Leapfrog over fences. | |
Little time, less senses. | |
Here by this railway cutting. | |
Life goes quick and it goes without warning. | |
That' s how life is in my bombsite dwelling. | |
But I don' t believe you have to be an idiot. | |
To get somewhere these days. | |
I don' t believe you have to sell your soul, | |
And do what everybody says, | |
Or get carried away. | |
Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray. | |
Give thanks | |
I' m happy where | |
I am. It' s just as well. | |
Well, I thank | |
God I never closed my eyes. | |
Thank God | |
I never compromised. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy. | |
Thank God | |
I wasn' t mesmerized. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy the bombsite boy. | |
There' s a killer in your subway. | |
An anarchist on your street. | |
There' s a breakdown on your | |
T. V. You can' t find no relief. | |
In fact no feelings at all. | |
Your war is totally internal. | |
At least I' m sure that mine is on the outside. | |
I can thank | |
God I never closed my eyes. | |
Thank God | |
I never compromised. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy. | |
Thank God | |
I wasn' t mesmerized. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy the bombsite boy. |
zuò cí : Smith | |
Leapfrog over fences. | |
Little time, less senses. | |
Here by this railway cutting. | |
Life goes quick and it goes without warning. | |
That' s how life is in my bombsite dwelling. | |
But I don' t believe you have to be an idiot. | |
To get somewhere these days. | |
I don' t believe you have to sell your soul, | |
And do what everybody says, | |
Or get carried away. | |
Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray. | |
Give thanks | |
I' m happy where | |
I am. It' s just as well. | |
Well, I thank | |
God I never closed my eyes. | |
Thank God | |
I never compromised. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy. | |
Thank God | |
I wasn' t mesmerized. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy the bombsite boy. | |
There' s a killer in your subway. | |
An anarchist on your street. | |
There' s a breakdown on your | |
T. V. You can' t find no relief. | |
In fact no feelings at all. | |
Your war is totally internal. | |
At least I' m sure that mine is on the outside. | |
I can thank | |
God I never closed my eyes. | |
Thank God | |
I never compromised. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy. | |
Thank God | |
I wasn' t mesmerized. | |
Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy the bombsite boy. |