Patriot's Heart

Patriot's Heart 歌词

歌曲	Patriot's Heart
歌手	American Music Club
专辑	Love Songs for Patriots
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	作词 : Eitzel
	If you want to see something patriotic there's a stripper
	He don't that look that good
	But he's got an all american smile
	That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars
	From all the lonely men
	Who no one ever suffers
	Who wait around this bar
	And spend all their lonely hours
	They're already gone
	No one's running for cover
	The farther you run away
	The more you have to hide in the dark
	White as the worm that crawls in the patriot's heart
	It is so red white and blue the way he works the bar
	Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a fallen star
	And he don't care if you're worldly or wise
	He's just looking for men with sin in their eyes
	And he always says the same thing
	He says "So how you doin' baby
	I'm your rod and your staff
	And for a tip you can touch me"
	And after a few tequilas I become something holy
	And this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors
	And its mildewed ceiling
	Are more love
	Than even natural selection
	And dollar for dollar babe
	It's a better bargain
	The more you pay the more I can break you all apart
	And dollars pour like ashes from the patriot's heart
	Now he knows that your good time will kill him
	But the thought of getting old, well it does not thrill him
	He says "give me all your money and don't tell me what you're thinking
	I'm the past you wasted
	I'm the future you're obliterating
	Ah, c’mon grandpa remind me what you're celebrating
	That you're heart finally dried up
	Or that it finally stopped working
	And how you make a dead man come
	You learn the undertakers art
	And make 'em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot's heart
	We all want a patriot's heart
	Give me your patriot's heart
	You can see him fade with the dawn and a pile of washingtons
	His head in a spin, he's happy to pass out again
	He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins
	That whine like old lovers who whine that they love him
	He would rather laugh alone in the dark with the soft hands of heaven
	Because they'd leave him alone with his entertainment system
	He does it for the money but he gives more than he's given
	He does it for the money but he gives more than he's given
	And it's only when he's naked that he feels his heart
	In the whorehouse desert of the patriot's heart
	We all want a patriot's heart
	We all want a patriot's heart

	zuo ci : Eitzel
	If you want to see something patriotic there' s a stripper
	He don' t that look that good
	But he' s got an all american smile
	That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars
	From all the lonely men
	Who no one ever suffers
	Who wait around this bar
	And spend all their lonely hours
	They' re already gone
	No one' s running for cover
	The farther you run away
	The more you have to hide in the dark
	White as the worm that crawls in the patriot' s heart
	It is so red white and blue the way he works the bar
	Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a fallen star
	And he don' t care if you' re worldly or wise
	He' s just looking for men with sin in their eyes
	And he always says the same thing
	He says " So how you doin' baby
	I' m your rod and your staff
	And for a tip you can touch me"
	And after a few tequilas I become something holy
	And this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors
	And its mildewed ceiling
	Are more love
	Than even natural selection
	And dollar for dollar babe
	It' s a better bargain
	The more you pay the more I can break you all apart
	And dollars pour like ashes from the patriot' s heart
	Now he knows that your good time will kill him
	But the thought of getting old, well it does not thrill him
	He says " give me all your money and don' t tell me what you' re thinking
	I' m the past you wasted
	I' m the future you' re obliterating
	Ah, c' mon grandpa remind me what you' re celebrating
	That you' re heart finally dried up
	Or that it finally stopped working
	And how you make a dead man come
	You learn the undertakers art
	And make ' em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot' s heart
	We all want a patriot' s heart
	Give me your patriot' s heart
	You can see him fade with the dawn and a pile of washingtons
	His head in a spin, he' s happy to pass out again
	He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins
	That whine like old lovers who whine that they love him
	He would rather laugh alone in the dark with the soft hands of heaven
	Because they' d leave him alone with his entertainment system
	He does it for the money but he gives more than he' s given
	He does it for the money but he gives more than he' s given
	And it' s only when he' s naked that he feels his heart
	In the whorehouse desert of the patriot' s heart
	We all want a patriot' s heart
	We all want a patriot' s heart

	zuò cí : Eitzel
	If you want to see something patriotic there' s a stripper
	He don' t that look that good
	But he' s got an all american smile
	That fills his underwear with all the lonely dollars
	From all the lonely men
	Who no one ever suffers
	Who wait around this bar
	And spend all their lonely hours
	They' re already gone
	No one' s running for cover
	The farther you run away
	The more you have to hide in the dark
	White as the worm that crawls in the patriot' s heart
	It is so red white and blue the way he works the bar
	Selling his embraces like Mr. President or a fallen star
	And he don' t care if you' re worldly or wise
	He' s just looking for men with sin in their eyes
	And he always says the same thing
	He says " So how you doin' baby
	I' m your rod and your staff
	And for a tip you can touch me"
	And after a few tequilas I become something holy
	And this crappy little bar with its sweating mirrors
	And its mildewed ceiling
	Are more love
	Than even natural selection
	And dollar for dollar babe
	It' s a better bargain
	The more you pay the more I can break you all apart
	And dollars pour like ashes from the patriot' s heart
	Now he knows that your good time will kill him
	But the thought of getting old, well it does not thrill him
	He says " give me all your money and don' t tell me what you' re thinking
	I' m the past you wasted
	I' m the future you' re obliterating
	Ah, c' mon grandpa remind me what you' re celebrating
	That you' re heart finally dried up
	Or that it finally stopped working
	And how you make a dead man come
	You learn the undertakers art
	And make ' em shine like the alcohol that preserves the patriot' s heart
	We all want a patriot' s heart
	Give me your patriot' s heart
	You can see him fade with the dawn and a pile of washingtons
	His head in a spin, he' s happy to pass out again
	He would rather fade into the static than hear the violins
	That whine like old lovers who whine that they love him
	He would rather laugh alone in the dark with the soft hands of heaven
	Because they' d leave him alone with his entertainment system
	He does it for the money but he gives more than he' s given
	He does it for the money but he gives more than he' s given
	And it' s only when he' s naked that he feels his heart
	In the whorehouse desert of the patriot' s heart
	We all want a patriot' s heart
	We all want a patriot' s heart

Patriot's Heart 歌词

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