歌曲 | They're All Out of Liquor, Let's Find Another Party |
歌手 | The Waitresses |
专辑 | Bruiseology |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Butler, Waitresses | |
Now do you get it! It's them, not you... | |
So don't feel so funny | |
Live for risks, they don't... | |
There's no fight in them, no spit and fire | |
Nothing gets them angry | |
Oh come on, let's go shake the world | |
Be thrilled by the thought | |
That it's wild out there | |
Even if it's really not that great | |
Getting married? Making babies? | |
But you haven't been to Paris | |
The object of the game is to leave town | |
I want you to be so happy | |
You will bug them with your presence | |
They'll say you're wrong, you have no style | |
I want you to be lean and hungry | |
Slum geniuses kicking limos | |
Walking by yourself down Razor Street | |
I want you to know people who laugh too loud | |
And have to get drunk to find the right words | |
And can't sleep 'til the colors are just right | |
I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If you don't know your plans, so what? | |
You should show up at their parties | |
Frankly state their music's lousy | |
Their art is stupid, don't be cool | |
Do mind bottled dressing | |
Object to instant coffee | |
And go to movies all alone | |
look someone in the eyes and say you'll satisfy them, Though you both know the way love is, that's a lie | |
I want to see your fists in their searchlights | |
Hear danger from their radio | |
Take every chance you can to get revenge | |
No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety "Patience" means "never" | |
Don't shake hands,don't smile a lot, not much "please" And "thank you" | |
Believe in "no", insist on "why" | |
Want false hopes, expect magic | |
Put your life on the line for something | |
Bet on dreams, again and again | |
Make a country that's fat and smart | |
That doesn't love to screw its own | |
And gives, instead of sucks the world dry |
zuo ci : Butler, Waitresses | |
Now do you get it! It' s them, not you... | |
So don' t feel so funny | |
Live for risks, they don' t... | |
There' s no fight in them, no spit and fire | |
Nothing gets them angry | |
Oh come on, let' s go shake the world | |
Be thrilled by the thought | |
That it' s wild out there | |
Even if it' s really not that great | |
Getting married? Making babies? | |
But you haven' t been to Paris | |
The object of the game is to leave town | |
I want you to be so happy | |
You will bug them with your presence | |
They' ll say you' re wrong, you have no style | |
I want you to be lean and hungry | |
Slum geniuses kicking limos | |
Walking by yourself down Razor Street | |
I want you to know people who laugh too loud | |
And have to get drunk to find the right words | |
And can' t sleep ' til the colors are just right | |
I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If you don' t know your plans, so what? | |
You should show up at their parties | |
Frankly state their music' s lousy | |
Their art is stupid, don' t be cool | |
Do mind bottled dressing | |
Object to instant coffee | |
And go to movies all alone | |
look someone in the eyes and say you' ll satisfy them, Though you both know the way love is, that' s a lie | |
I want to see your fists in their searchlights | |
Hear danger from their radio | |
Take every chance you can to get revenge | |
No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety " Patience" means " never" | |
Don' t shake hands, don' t smile a lot, not much " please" And " thank you" | |
Believe in " no", insist on " why" | |
Want false hopes, expect magic | |
Put your life on the line for something | |
Bet on dreams, again and again | |
Make a country that' s fat and smart | |
That doesn' t love to screw its own | |
And gives, instead of sucks the world dry |
zuò cí : Butler, Waitresses | |
Now do you get it! It' s them, not you... | |
So don' t feel so funny | |
Live for risks, they don' t... | |
There' s no fight in them, no spit and fire | |
Nothing gets them angry | |
Oh come on, let' s go shake the world | |
Be thrilled by the thought | |
That it' s wild out there | |
Even if it' s really not that great | |
Getting married? Making babies? | |
But you haven' t been to Paris | |
The object of the game is to leave town | |
I want you to be so happy | |
You will bug them with your presence | |
They' ll say you' re wrong, you have no style | |
I want you to be lean and hungry | |
Slum geniuses kicking limos | |
Walking by yourself down Razor Street | |
I want you to know people who laugh too loud | |
And have to get drunk to find the right words | |
And can' t sleep ' til the colors are just right | |
I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar If you don' t know your plans, so what? | |
You should show up at their parties | |
Frankly state their music' s lousy | |
Their art is stupid, don' t be cool | |
Do mind bottled dressing | |
Object to instant coffee | |
And go to movies all alone | |
look someone in the eyes and say you' ll satisfy them, Though you both know the way love is, that' s a lie | |
I want to see your fists in their searchlights | |
Hear danger from their radio | |
Take every chance you can to get revenge | |
No pain killers, take it straight with a twist of anxiety " Patience" means " never" | |
Don' t shake hands, don' t smile a lot, not much " please" And " thank you" | |
Believe in " no", insist on " why" | |
Want false hopes, expect magic | |
Put your life on the line for something | |
Bet on dreams, again and again | |
Make a country that' s fat and smart | |
That doesn' t love to screw its own | |
And gives, instead of sucks the world dry |