歌曲 | The History of Where Someone Has Been Killed |
歌手 | Marah |
专辑 | Kids In Philly |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
There was a dumpster in an alley | |
Looked like a black bear in the road | |
There is a stain of blood, a Sixers cap | |
And the stench of piss and beer | |
There was an outskirt's glow of lamplight | |
From a half a block away | |
And there was the ghost of greed, | |
The ghost of fury and the ghost of fear | |
There was a charred spot in the gutter | |
That would slick up in the rain | |
There was a half tin can | |
That been burned over the brand (name) | |
Tall windows paned and plywood, where houses closed forever | |
And the every night mosquitoes | |
With no intent to land | |
There came an old dog with a bad limp | |
He had a slow gait and a hunger | |
There was some pigeons on a wire | |
And they were open-eyed and still | |
There was an aura to the whole place | |
Like someone else was lurking | |
Such is the history of where someone has been killed… |
zuo qu : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
There was a dumpster in an alley | |
Looked like a black bear in the road | |
There is a stain of blood, a Sixers cap | |
And the stench of piss and beer | |
There was an outskirt' s glow of lamplight | |
From a half a block away | |
And there was the ghost of greed, | |
The ghost of fury and the ghost of fear | |
There was a charred spot in the gutter | |
That would slick up in the rain | |
There was a half tin can | |
That been burned over the brand name | |
Tall windows paned and plywood, where houses closed forever | |
And the every night mosquitoes | |
With no intent to land | |
There came an old dog with a bad limp | |
He had a slow gait and a hunger | |
There was some pigeons on a wire | |
And they were openeyed and still | |
There was an aura to the whole place | |
Like someone else was lurking | |
Such is the history of where someone has been killed |
zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
There was a dumpster in an alley | |
Looked like a black bear in the road | |
There is a stain of blood, a Sixers cap | |
And the stench of piss and beer | |
There was an outskirt' s glow of lamplight | |
From a half a block away | |
And there was the ghost of greed, | |
The ghost of fury and the ghost of fear | |
There was a charred spot in the gutter | |
That would slick up in the rain | |
There was a half tin can | |
That been burned over the brand name | |
Tall windows paned and plywood, where houses closed forever | |
And the every night mosquitoes | |
With no intent to land | |
There came an old dog with a bad limp | |
He had a slow gait and a hunger | |
There was some pigeons on a wire | |
And they were openeyed and still | |
There was an aura to the whole place | |
Like someone else was lurking | |
Such is the history of where someone has been killed |