Dead Man's Creek 歌词

	作曲 : In the Woods
	We've got electric light - electric sight
	Electric mother river
	You float on down from town to town where they
	Think they are in a certain charge
	Moody angels and a little tree-goat -
	We might even try and we might even float
	Far up in the sky where mother
	Sun put her rays
	We can see the garden flow with its electric face
	And the knowledge we gained from clouds
	Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle
	To gather up some rain
	C'mon, the river rape them -
	Slaves of the moon
	And the monster will turn up in the end
	To settle down next
	June So, why do they strive across their stream of lies
	For they might turn vital, mean and wild
	And we'll turn them into matchsticks that'll burn
	Them 'till they die
	I will leave far tonight
	You'd better find another
	Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment...
	Through and through

	zuo qu : In the Woods
	We' ve got electric light electric sight
	Electric mother river
	You float on down from town to town where they
	Think they are in a certain charge
	Moody angels and a little treegoat
	We might even try and we might even float
	Far up in the sky where mother
	Sun put her rays
	We can see the garden flow with its electric face
	And the knowledge we gained from clouds
	Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle
	To gather up some rain
	C' mon, the river rape them
	Slaves of the moon
	And the monster will turn up in the end
	To settle down next
	June So, why do they strive across their stream of lies
	For they might turn vital, mean and wild
	And we' ll turn them into matchsticks that' ll burn
	Them ' till they die
	I will leave far tonight
	You' d better find another
	Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment...
	Through and through

	zuò qǔ : In the Woods
	We' ve got electric light electric sight
	Electric mother river
	You float on down from town to town where they
	Think they are in a certain charge
	Moody angels and a little treegoat
	We might even try and we might even float
	Far up in the sky where mother
	Sun put her rays
	We can see the garden flow with its electric face
	And the knowledge we gained from clouds
	Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle
	To gather up some rain
	C' mon, the river rape them
	Slaves of the moon
	And the monster will turn up in the end
	To settle down next
	June So, why do they strive across their stream of lies
	For they might turn vital, mean and wild
	And we' ll turn them into matchsticks that' ll burn
	Them ' till they die
	I will leave far tonight
	You' d better find another
	Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment...
	Through and through

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