歌曲 | Heretics |
歌手 | Andrew Bird |
专辑 | Armchair Apocrypha |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : | |
bored holes through our tongues | |
to sing a song about it | |
held our breath for too long | |
‘til we’re half sick about it | |
tell us what we did wrong | |
and you can blame us for it | |
turn a clamp on our thumbs | |
we’ll sew a doll about it | |
and tell us all about it | |
how ‘bout some credit now | |
where credit is due | |
for the damage that we’ve done | |
wrought upon ourselves and others | |
with a slow and vicious gun | |
and although pratfalls can be fun | |
encores can be fatal | |
and there i hear you say | |
thank god it’s fatal | |
not shy | |
not shy of fatal | |
thank god | |
wait just a second now | |
it’s not all that bad | |
are we not having fun? | |
you’re making mountains of handkerchiefs | |
where the mascara always runs | |
so be careful when you’re done you’re bound to get post-natal | |
what did i just hear you say? | |
thank god it’s fatal | |
we don’t want to hear the sound of a door | |
and we don’t want to read the signs that you bore | |
you know the kind of sign you hang on the door | |
saying we’ll be back what a crack | |
don’t you think we might have heard that before? | |
*alien* |
zuo qu : | |
bored holes through our tongues | |
to sing a song about it | |
held our breath for too long | |
' til we' re half sick about it | |
tell us what we did wrong | |
and you can blame us for it | |
turn a clamp on our thumbs | |
we' ll sew a doll about it | |
and tell us all about it | |
how ' bout some credit now | |
where credit is due | |
for the damage that we' ve done | |
wrought upon ourselves and others | |
with a slow and vicious gun | |
and although pratfalls can be fun | |
encores can be fatal | |
and there i hear you say | |
thank god it' s fatal | |
not shy | |
not shy of fatal | |
thank god | |
wait just a second now | |
it' s not all that bad | |
are we not having fun? | |
you' re making mountains of handkerchiefs | |
where the mascara always runs | |
so be careful when you' re done you' re bound to get postnatal | |
what did i just hear you say? | |
thank god it' s fatal | |
we don' t want to hear the sound of a door | |
and we don' t want to read the signs that you bore | |
you know the kind of sign you hang on the door | |
saying we' ll be back what a crack | |
don' t you think we might have heard that before? | |
alien |
zuò qǔ : | |
bored holes through our tongues | |
to sing a song about it | |
held our breath for too long | |
' til we' re half sick about it | |
tell us what we did wrong | |
and you can blame us for it | |
turn a clamp on our thumbs | |
we' ll sew a doll about it | |
and tell us all about it | |
how ' bout some credit now | |
where credit is due | |
for the damage that we' ve done | |
wrought upon ourselves and others | |
with a slow and vicious gun | |
and although pratfalls can be fun | |
encores can be fatal | |
and there i hear you say | |
thank god it' s fatal | |
not shy | |
not shy of fatal | |
thank god | |
wait just a second now | |
it' s not all that bad | |
are we not having fun? | |
you' re making mountains of handkerchiefs | |
where the mascara always runs | |
so be careful when you' re done you' re bound to get postnatal | |
what did i just hear you say? | |
thank god it' s fatal | |
we don' t want to hear the sound of a door | |
and we don' t want to read the signs that you bore | |
you know the kind of sign you hang on the door | |
saying we' ll be back what a crack | |
don' t you think we might have heard that before? | |
alien |