歌曲 | Somebody's Mother |
歌手 | Subhumans |
专辑 | 29:29 Split Vision |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Subhumans | |
She sits here drinking | |
What does the fiction represent? | |
The TV Scandal | |
Can make her break out in a sweat | |
She watches it to make her feel part | |
Of something she never was | |
She sings a song | |
That her father whistled while he worked | |
It helps her relax | |
A mild depressant keeps her down | |
And she weeps smiling | |
The radio bleeds that happy sound | |
The music nullifies her fears | |
With words to that effect | |
She s happy now, she thinks | |
That really nothing could go wrong | |
All this waiting all for nothing | |
Routine living - | |
Rooms to live in | |
Routine living - | |
Merely wasting away | |
This life she's living | |
Is an extension of our guilt | |
The four-walled conscience | |
Imposed by those who never felt | |
The pain the tedious drudgery | |
Boredom (Relax!) - | |
It s lonely | |
And it s not right | |
That this way of life should go on |
zuo qu : Subhumans | |
She sits here drinking | |
What does the fiction represent? | |
The TV Scandal | |
Can make her break out in a sweat | |
She watches it to make her feel part | |
Of something she never was | |
She sings a song | |
That her father whistled while he worked | |
It helps her relax | |
A mild depressant keeps her down | |
And she weeps smiling | |
The radio bleeds that happy sound | |
The music nullifies her fears | |
With words to that effect | |
She s happy now, she thinks | |
That really nothing could go wrong | |
All this waiting all for nothing | |
Routine living | |
Rooms to live in | |
Routine living | |
Merely wasting away | |
This life she' s living | |
Is an extension of our guilt | |
The fourwalled conscience | |
Imposed by those who never felt | |
The pain the tedious drudgery | |
Boredom Relax! | |
It s lonely | |
And it s not right | |
That this way of life should go on |
zuò qǔ : Subhumans | |
She sits here drinking | |
What does the fiction represent? | |
The TV Scandal | |
Can make her break out in a sweat | |
She watches it to make her feel part | |
Of something she never was | |
She sings a song | |
That her father whistled while he worked | |
It helps her relax | |
A mild depressant keeps her down | |
And she weeps smiling | |
The radio bleeds that happy sound | |
The music nullifies her fears | |
With words to that effect | |
She s happy now, she thinks | |
That really nothing could go wrong | |
All this waiting all for nothing | |
Routine living | |
Rooms to live in | |
Routine living | |
Merely wasting away | |
This life she' s living | |
Is an extension of our guilt | |
The fourwalled conscience | |
Imposed by those who never felt | |
The pain the tedious drudgery | |
Boredom Relax! | |
It s lonely | |
And it s not right | |
That this way of life should go on |