歌曲 | Jimmy Tomorrow |
歌手 | The Waitresses |
专辑 | Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful? |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Butler | |
Shocked? Dismayed? | |
Or maybe just a little upset | |
Well, no, this isn't pretty | |
And yes, my hair was longer then | |
It's what happens when your choices | |
Are narrowed to fashion or violence | |
Adjustments, you make adjustments | |
There's nothing left wrong with me | |
That money can't cure | |
But I don't want to be somebody else's | |
Learning experience | |
Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance | |
I want magic in my real world | |
Some modern voodoo to make it work | |
Voodoo to make it work | |
I remembered what you sputtered | |
Chewing your stupid fuel | |
You said, you said, "The amplification of the eternal | |
Present is the technology of desire." Shoo! | |
I thought you were already corroded... | |
I said, "You don't know me, I'll be the one | |
Pulling that perfect crime, flushing | |
This place down that huge hole | |
When I quit cigarettes." | |
But, it was just more gas | |
We were all wearing falsies | |
...weren't we? | |
So I'll stop being clever | |
and just say it straight | |
I guess I set impossible goals | |
and I don't know when to quit | |
Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? | |
(chorus): | |
Found a cure for daylight yet? | |
Tom Tomorrow and Sermonette | |
Found a cure for gravity yet? | |
Yes, I'm addicted to roofs and jets | |
Found a cure for hunger yet? | |
Black coffee, cigarettes | |
Found a cure for desire yet? | |
I don't wanna talk about that, | |
I don't wanna talk about that | |
(repeat chorus) | |
I don't wanna talk about that | |
Why do you keep asking me? | |
(repeat chorus) | |
My goals? | |
My goals are to find a cure for irony | |
and make a fool out of God. |
zuo ci : Butler | |
Shocked? Dismayed? | |
Or maybe just a little upset | |
Well, no, this isn' t pretty | |
And yes, my hair was longer then | |
It' s what happens when your choices | |
Are narrowed to fashion or violence | |
Adjustments, you make adjustments | |
There' s nothing left wrong with me | |
That money can' t cure | |
But I don' t want to be somebody else' s | |
Learning experience | |
Some rich kid' s way to spend his allowance | |
I want magic in my real world | |
Some modern voodoo to make it work | |
Voodoo to make it work | |
I remembered what you sputtered | |
Chewing your stupid fuel | |
You said, you said, " The amplification of the eternal | |
Present is the technology of desire." Shoo! | |
I thought you were already corroded... | |
I said, " You don' t know me, I' ll be the one | |
Pulling that perfect crime, flushing | |
This place down that huge hole | |
When I quit cigarettes." | |
But, it was just more gas | |
We were all wearing falsies | |
... weren' t we? | |
So I' ll stop being clever | |
and just say it straight | |
I guess I set impossible goals | |
and I don' t know when to quit | |
Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? | |
chorus: | |
Found a cure for daylight yet? | |
Tom Tomorrow and Sermonette | |
Found a cure for gravity yet? | |
Yes, I' m addicted to roofs and jets | |
Found a cure for hunger yet? | |
Black coffee, cigarettes | |
Found a cure for desire yet? | |
I don' t wanna talk about that, | |
I don' t wanna talk about that | |
repeat chorus | |
I don' t wanna talk about that | |
Why do you keep asking me? | |
repeat chorus | |
My goals? | |
My goals are to find a cure for irony | |
and make a fool out of God. |
zuò cí : Butler | |
Shocked? Dismayed? | |
Or maybe just a little upset | |
Well, no, this isn' t pretty | |
And yes, my hair was longer then | |
It' s what happens when your choices | |
Are narrowed to fashion or violence | |
Adjustments, you make adjustments | |
There' s nothing left wrong with me | |
That money can' t cure | |
But I don' t want to be somebody else' s | |
Learning experience | |
Some rich kid' s way to spend his allowance | |
I want magic in my real world | |
Some modern voodoo to make it work | |
Voodoo to make it work | |
I remembered what you sputtered | |
Chewing your stupid fuel | |
You said, you said, " The amplification of the eternal | |
Present is the technology of desire." Shoo! | |
I thought you were already corroded... | |
I said, " You don' t know me, I' ll be the one | |
Pulling that perfect crime, flushing | |
This place down that huge hole | |
When I quit cigarettes." | |
But, it was just more gas | |
We were all wearing falsies | |
... weren' t we? | |
So I' ll stop being clever | |
and just say it straight | |
I guess I set impossible goals | |
and I don' t know when to quit | |
Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? | |
chorus: | |
Found a cure for daylight yet? | |
Tom Tomorrow and Sermonette | |
Found a cure for gravity yet? | |
Yes, I' m addicted to roofs and jets | |
Found a cure for hunger yet? | |
Black coffee, cigarettes | |
Found a cure for desire yet? | |
I don' t wanna talk about that, | |
I don' t wanna talk about that | |
repeat chorus | |
I don' t wanna talk about that | |
Why do you keep asking me? | |
repeat chorus | |
My goals? | |
My goals are to find a cure for irony | |
and make a fool out of God. |