歌曲 | Robbers |
歌手 | Cold War Kids |
专辑 | Robbers & Cowards |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cold War Kids | |
Sulking, walking round' the city after dark | |
Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards | |
Oh this life of glorified | |
Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
Don't think | |
I don't know sympathy | |
My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
Not me, I'm knockin | |
Tiptoe outside a stranger's door casually let myself in | |
Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire | |
Oh this life of glorified | |
Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
Don't think | |
I don't know sympathy | |
My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
There's robbers in my thoughts! | |
They tell me what to think, they're hiding in my clothes, crawling in the kitchen sink |
zuo qu : Cold War Kids | |
Sulking, walking round' the city after dark | |
Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards | |
Oh this life of glorified | |
Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
Don' t think | |
I don' t know sympathy | |
My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
Not me, I' m knockin | |
Tiptoe outside a stranger' s door casually let myself in | |
Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire | |
Oh this life of glorified | |
Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
Don' t think | |
I don' t know sympathy | |
My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
There' s robbers in my thoughts! | |
They tell me what to think, they' re hiding in my clothes, crawling in the kitchen sink |
zuò qǔ : Cold War Kids | |
Sulking, walking round' the city after dark | |
Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards | |
Oh this life of glorified | |
Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
Don' t think | |
I don' t know sympathy | |
My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
Not me, I' m knockin | |
Tiptoe outside a stranger' s door casually let myself in | |
Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire | |
Oh this life of glorified | |
Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
Don' t think | |
I don' t know sympathy | |
My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
There' s robbers in my thoughts! | |
They tell me what to think, they' re hiding in my clothes, crawling in the kitchen sink |