歌曲 | A Toast to the Happy Couple |
歌手 | The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up |
专辑 | Picks Us Apart |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jim Yoshii Pile-Up | |
Now that it's done. | |
Now that it's all gone wrong. | |
Now that it's all gone so horribly well. | |
I'm writing you will; | |
To my father black and blue, | |
I leave a blood stained mattress, | |
Lifeless handshakes. | |
To my mother with her head to the wall, | |
Yeah I tried for you, | |
Failed to do the simplest things, | |
That somehow mean the most. | |
Yes it's those little things, | |
That fuck me up the most. | |
Oh, in a way, it's funny. | |
In a way, it's filthy. | |
Yeah it's funny how, | |
It kills me so. | |
Can't let go. | |
You wont remember my name, | |
Six short monthes from now. | |
They'll call me insane. | |
If only we'd dare, | |
To light the torches and sharpen the pikes, | |
To bring an axe to the public square, | |
To pick the branches bare. | |
To the doctors who kill, | |
I leave judgements that stink. | |
And to the boys bleeding out on the sidewalk, | |
Yeah I promise you, | |
I speak the truth thats new to you. | |
Oh no, I promise you you're not the only ones. | |
Oh in a way its funny. | |
In a way its filthy. | |
Yeah its funny how, | |
It kills me so. | |
Can't let go. | |
You wont remember my name, | |
Six short monthes from now. | |
They'll call me insane. | |
I'm thinking of us both now. | |
I'm thinking of us both now. | |
I'm thinking of us both now. | |
I'm thinking of us both now. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
I'm thinking of us both now. |
zuo qu : Jim Yoshii PileUp | |
Now that it' s done. | |
Now that it' s all gone wrong. | |
Now that it' s all gone so horribly well. | |
I' m writing you will | |
To my father black and blue, | |
I leave a blood stained mattress, | |
Lifeless handshakes. | |
To my mother with her head to the wall, | |
Yeah I tried for you, | |
Failed to do the simplest things, | |
That somehow mean the most. | |
Yes it' s those little things, | |
That fuck me up the most. | |
Oh, in a way, it' s funny. | |
In a way, it' s filthy. | |
Yeah it' s funny how, | |
It kills me so. | |
Can' t let go. | |
You wont remember my name, | |
Six short monthes from now. | |
They' ll call me insane. | |
If only we' d dare, | |
To light the torches and sharpen the pikes, | |
To bring an axe to the public square, | |
To pick the branches bare. | |
To the doctors who kill, | |
I leave judgements that stink. | |
And to the boys bleeding out on the sidewalk, | |
Yeah I promise you, | |
I speak the truth thats new to you. | |
Oh no, I promise you you' re not the only ones. | |
Oh in a way its funny. | |
In a way its filthy. | |
Yeah its funny how, | |
It kills me so. | |
Can' t let go. | |
You wont remember my name, | |
Six short monthes from now. | |
They' ll call me insane. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. |
zuò qǔ : Jim Yoshii PileUp | |
Now that it' s done. | |
Now that it' s all gone wrong. | |
Now that it' s all gone so horribly well. | |
I' m writing you will | |
To my father black and blue, | |
I leave a blood stained mattress, | |
Lifeless handshakes. | |
To my mother with her head to the wall, | |
Yeah I tried for you, | |
Failed to do the simplest things, | |
That somehow mean the most. | |
Yes it' s those little things, | |
That fuck me up the most. | |
Oh, in a way, it' s funny. | |
In a way, it' s filthy. | |
Yeah it' s funny how, | |
It kills me so. | |
Can' t let go. | |
You wont remember my name, | |
Six short monthes from now. | |
They' ll call me insane. | |
If only we' d dare, | |
To light the torches and sharpen the pikes, | |
To bring an axe to the public square, | |
To pick the branches bare. | |
To the doctors who kill, | |
I leave judgements that stink. | |
And to the boys bleeding out on the sidewalk, | |
Yeah I promise you, | |
I speak the truth thats new to you. | |
Oh no, I promise you you' re not the only ones. | |
Oh in a way its funny. | |
In a way its filthy. | |
Yeah its funny how, | |
It kills me so. | |
Can' t let go. | |
You wont remember my name, | |
Six short monthes from now. | |
They' ll call me insane. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
You are all hereby formally indicted. | |
I' m thinking of us both now. |