歌曲 | Jonesy Boy |
歌手 | Cass McCombs |
专辑 | Catacombs |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McCombs | |
Cats hissing in the dark turned-over garbage cans around the park the dangling, brittle scab on your knee | |
Oh, you’re pretty cocksure, son | |
You’re like a | |
Villonian singing nun | |
Pray you wash your hair out in a sink | |
Armed with a mandolin | |
A snotted rag and a | |
Delphic hymn | |
Shaking off the dew before it sticks | |
Oh, give us a melody before they send us back to the sea | |
Replace these wooden legs for ones that kick | |
Oh, Jonesy | |
Boy I can’t remember before there ever was war | |
My boyhood home is now a jail | |
They paved over the ol’ creek to make a road for lumbering teak | |
And shipped off my family by rail | |
Oh, I hope you stay a boy at least to bring some old men joy | |
Even just to watch you tune your strings | |
They’re blowing the shofar now | |
Off to stick another sow | |
The soil is hungry again for offerings | |
Oh, Jonesy | |
Boy |
zuo qu : McCombs | |
Cats hissing in the dark turnedover garbage cans around the park the dangling, brittle scab on your knee | |
Oh, you' re pretty cocksure, son | |
You' re like a | |
Villonian singing nun | |
Pray you wash your hair out in a sink | |
Armed with a mandolin | |
A snotted rag and a | |
Delphic hymn | |
Shaking off the dew before it sticks | |
Oh, give us a melody before they send us back to the sea | |
Replace these wooden legs for ones that kick | |
Oh, Jonesy | |
Boy I can' t remember before there ever was war | |
My boyhood home is now a jail | |
They paved over the ol' creek to make a road for lumbering teak | |
And shipped off my family by rail | |
Oh, I hope you stay a boy at least to bring some old men joy | |
Even just to watch you tune your strings | |
They' re blowing the shofar now | |
Off to stick another sow | |
The soil is hungry again for offerings | |
Oh, Jonesy | |
Boy |
zuò qǔ : McCombs | |
Cats hissing in the dark turnedover garbage cans around the park the dangling, brittle scab on your knee | |
Oh, you' re pretty cocksure, son | |
You' re like a | |
Villonian singing nun | |
Pray you wash your hair out in a sink | |
Armed with a mandolin | |
A snotted rag and a | |
Delphic hymn | |
Shaking off the dew before it sticks | |
Oh, give us a melody before they send us back to the sea | |
Replace these wooden legs for ones that kick | |
Oh, Jonesy | |
Boy I can' t remember before there ever was war | |
My boyhood home is now a jail | |
They paved over the ol' creek to make a road for lumbering teak | |
And shipped off my family by rail | |
Oh, I hope you stay a boy at least to bring some old men joy | |
Even just to watch you tune your strings | |
They' re blowing the shofar now | |
Off to stick another sow | |
The soil is hungry again for offerings | |
Oh, Jonesy | |
Boy |