歌曲 | Sing for Your Meat |
歌手 | Guided by Voices |
专辑 | Half Smiles of the Decomposed |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Pollard | |
When you write | |
About the boys | |
Under friendly fire | |
Dress ‘em up in suits | |
And seek her to kill | |
Freedom of the will | |
Ours and, yes, yours | |
Yesterday, today | |
Onward marching on | |
Come here Leon | |
Don't paint your skin | |
To the color of confection | |
And turn away | |
From every ghost you've been | |
And sure enough | |
I saw your head | |
At the tent sale and fire auction | |
For a taste and a chaser | |
You're a solid gold debaser | |
Can you ever be a boy | |
Again, or have you stopped? | |
Trade lost hours for a dare | |
Burn the water, cook the air? | |
And twenty-one | |
Is the legal age | |
To kill yourself slowly | |
But eighteen | |
Is the legal age to die | |
Would I cast my vote | |
Into the inside shit | |
I'm often wont to crawl | |
That's all | |
Don't leave me now to drag my chains | |
To a rhythm never changing | |
Lost from found and beaten down | |
When you write | |
About the boys | |
Under friendly fire | |
Dress ‘em up in suits | |
And seek her to kill | |
Freedom of the will | |
Ours and, yes, yours | |
Yesterday, today | |
Onward marching on |
zuo ci : Pollard | |
When you write | |
About the boys | |
Under friendly fire | |
Dress ' em up in suits | |
And seek her to kill | |
Freedom of the will | |
Ours and, yes, yours | |
Yesterday, today | |
Onward marching on | |
Come here Leon | |
Don' t paint your skin | |
To the color of confection | |
And turn away | |
From every ghost you' ve been | |
And sure enough | |
I saw your head | |
At the tent sale and fire auction | |
For a taste and a chaser | |
You' re a solid gold debaser | |
Can you ever be a boy | |
Again, or have you stopped? | |
Trade lost hours for a dare | |
Burn the water, cook the air? | |
And twentyone | |
Is the legal age | |
To kill yourself slowly | |
But eighteen | |
Is the legal age to die | |
Would I cast my vote | |
Into the inside shit | |
I' m often wont to crawl | |
That' s all | |
Don' t leave me now to drag my chains | |
To a rhythm never changing | |
Lost from found and beaten down | |
When you write | |
About the boys | |
Under friendly fire | |
Dress ' em up in suits | |
And seek her to kill | |
Freedom of the will | |
Ours and, yes, yours | |
Yesterday, today | |
Onward marching on |
zuò cí : Pollard | |
When you write | |
About the boys | |
Under friendly fire | |
Dress ' em up in suits | |
And seek her to kill | |
Freedom of the will | |
Ours and, yes, yours | |
Yesterday, today | |
Onward marching on | |
Come here Leon | |
Don' t paint your skin | |
To the color of confection | |
And turn away | |
From every ghost you' ve been | |
And sure enough | |
I saw your head | |
At the tent sale and fire auction | |
For a taste and a chaser | |
You' re a solid gold debaser | |
Can you ever be a boy | |
Again, or have you stopped? | |
Trade lost hours for a dare | |
Burn the water, cook the air? | |
And twentyone | |
Is the legal age | |
To kill yourself slowly | |
But eighteen | |
Is the legal age to die | |
Would I cast my vote | |
Into the inside shit | |
I' m often wont to crawl | |
That' s all | |
Don' t leave me now to drag my chains | |
To a rhythm never changing | |
Lost from found and beaten down | |
When you write | |
About the boys | |
Under friendly fire | |
Dress ' em up in suits | |
And seek her to kill | |
Freedom of the will | |
Ours and, yes, yours | |
Yesterday, today | |
Onward marching on |