歌曲 | This House is a Circus |
歌手 | Arctic Monkeys |
专辑 | At The Apollo |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : TURNER, ALEX | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it's done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it's done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end | |
There's a room full of trouble | |
and there's lovers to be had | |
Those walls...sinners ...are such lovely lads | |
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze | |
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways | |
And we're... | |
Forever unfulfilled | |
And can't think why | |
Like a search for murder clues | |
In dead men's eyes | |
Forever unfulfilled | |
And can't think why | |
Like a search for murder clues | |
In dead men's eyes | |
The more you open your mouth, | |
the more you're forcing performance | |
And all the attention is leading me to feel important | |
(Completely obnoxious, completely obnoxious) | |
Now that we're here, we may as well go too far | |
Wringling around in incidents you won't forget | |
And there's certainly some venom | |
in the looks that you collect | |
Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue | |
And we're struggling with the notion | |
that it's life, not film | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it's done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end. |
zuo ci : TURNER, ALEX | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it' s done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it' s done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end | |
There' s a room full of trouble | |
and there' s lovers to be had | |
Those walls... sinners ... are such lovely lads | |
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze | |
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways | |
And we' re... | |
Forever unfulfilled | |
And can' t think why | |
Like a search for murder clues | |
In dead men' s eyes | |
Forever unfulfilled | |
And can' t think why | |
Like a search for murder clues | |
In dead men' s eyes | |
The more you open your mouth, | |
the more you' re forcing performance | |
And all the attention is leading me to feel important | |
Completely obnoxious, completely obnoxious | |
Now that we' re here, we may as well go too far | |
Wringling around in incidents you won' t forget | |
And there' s certainly some venom | |
in the looks that you collect | |
Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue | |
And we' re struggling with the notion | |
that it' s life, not film | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it' s done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end. |
zuò cí : TURNER, ALEX | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it' s done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it' s done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end | |
There' s a room full of trouble | |
and there' s lovers to be had | |
Those walls... sinners ... are such lovely lads | |
Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze | |
And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways | |
And we' re... | |
Forever unfulfilled | |
And can' t think why | |
Like a search for murder clues | |
In dead men' s eyes | |
Forever unfulfilled | |
And can' t think why | |
Like a search for murder clues | |
In dead men' s eyes | |
The more you open your mouth, | |
the more you' re forcing performance | |
And all the attention is leading me to feel important | |
Completely obnoxious, completely obnoxious | |
Now that we' re here, we may as well go too far | |
Wringling around in incidents you won' t forget | |
And there' s certainly some venom | |
in the looks that you collect | |
Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue | |
And we' re struggling with the notion | |
that it' s life, not film | |
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck | |
We tend to see that as a perk though, look | |
What it' s done to your friends | |
Their memories are pretend | |
And the last thing that they want | |
is for the feeling to end. |