歌曲 | Kicks on the Street |
歌手 | Wishbone Ash |
专辑 | Number the Brave |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Powell, Upton, Wisefield | |
The wind was howling, | |
Dogs were sleeping, | |
I had to bite my tongue. | |
Looking down the street, | |
I was hanging on | |
Eighty floors above the ground, | |
Suffering vertigo. | |
Got me a date with a drug store blond, | |
With a cure i know | |
She picks me up when i'm coming down. | |
Kicks on the street | |
It's a shot in the arm. | |
Get your kicks on the street | |
Can't do any harm. | |
Can't put me on a drip feed, | |
Under state control. | |
I put a razor to my face, | |
And the steel is cold. | |
It ain't going to take me too long before i get revived. | |
I'm traveling incognito, | |
Don't want to be identified. | |
They dress you up, | |
They strip you down. | |
Ain't going to find me falling asleep behind the driver's wheel. | |
You get me intoxicated, | |
That's the way i feel. | |
I can't break the ice, | |
Shrinks in the heat, | |
Falling like an acrobat and landing on my feet. | |
She picks me up when i'm coming down. |
zuo ci : Powell, Upton, Wisefield | |
The wind was howling, | |
Dogs were sleeping, | |
I had to bite my tongue. | |
Looking down the street, | |
I was hanging on | |
Eighty floors above the ground, | |
Suffering vertigo. | |
Got me a date with a drug store blond, | |
With a cure i know | |
She picks me up when i' m coming down. | |
Kicks on the street | |
It' s a shot in the arm. | |
Get your kicks on the street | |
Can' t do any harm. | |
Can' t put me on a drip feed, | |
Under state control. | |
I put a razor to my face, | |
And the steel is cold. | |
It ain' t going to take me too long before i get revived. | |
I' m traveling incognito, | |
Don' t want to be identified. | |
They dress you up, | |
They strip you down. | |
Ain' t going to find me falling asleep behind the driver' s wheel. | |
You get me intoxicated, | |
That' s the way i feel. | |
I can' t break the ice, | |
Shrinks in the heat, | |
Falling like an acrobat and landing on my feet. | |
She picks me up when i' m coming down. |
zuò cí : Powell, Upton, Wisefield | |
The wind was howling, | |
Dogs were sleeping, | |
I had to bite my tongue. | |
Looking down the street, | |
I was hanging on | |
Eighty floors above the ground, | |
Suffering vertigo. | |
Got me a date with a drug store blond, | |
With a cure i know | |
She picks me up when i' m coming down. | |
Kicks on the street | |
It' s a shot in the arm. | |
Get your kicks on the street | |
Can' t do any harm. | |
Can' t put me on a drip feed, | |
Under state control. | |
I put a razor to my face, | |
And the steel is cold. | |
It ain' t going to take me too long before i get revived. | |
I' m traveling incognito, | |
Don' t want to be identified. | |
They dress you up, | |
They strip you down. | |
Ain' t going to find me falling asleep behind the driver' s wheel. | |
You get me intoxicated, | |
That' s the way i feel. | |
I can' t break the ice, | |
Shrinks in the heat, | |
Falling like an acrobat and landing on my feet. | |
She picks me up when i' m coming down. |