A Knock Upon The Door 歌词

歌曲	A Knock Upon The Door
歌手	Cass McCombs
专辑	WIT'S END
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	“Hell!” sang the young minstrel, “hang tightly to your purses!
	Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!”
	The song ended and the onlookers did roar
	Were I sincere, you bet I’d hear
	A knock upon the door
	“Hell!” went the Muse, intent, “you take me for granted!
	You’ve made me a harlot, if I may be candid!”
	The label dropped her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war
	Were I sincere, you bet I’d hear
	A knock upon the door
	The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the Muse’s weeping
	He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car, creeping
	“Sex and Death! Was I not the breadth among the two?” she poured
	“Were you sincere, I bet you’d hear
	my knock upon your door!”
	He said, “Dear Muse, Come here! Need a lift somewhere?
	You’ve got the wrong man, I was only kidding back there.
	I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like such a boor.
	I am sincere: I hope to hear
	Your knock upon my door!”
	“The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has video on you.” She scorned.
	“Evidence, in none defense, should I have you burned, deformed.
	Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores!
	Heck with sincere, hark, I hear
	A knock upon the door.”
	The derisive Muse said, “your therapy isn’t working, is it?”
	Memphis huckster-Hitler-hustler! Aren’t you a Clear yet?
	Always brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor.
	Klock is here! Hark, I hear
	A knock upon the door.”
	His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and soft
	Beads streamed from his hair, soaking his black t-shirt’s cloth
	gut feeling was to leave her words on the cutting-room floor
	He thought, “If I stay here, I’ll never hear
	That knock upon the door”
	Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her abdomen
	A human voice to her songs, she could not condemn
	Because of a communion they had had of yore
	The blessed day is near, soon they’ll hear
	A knock upon the door

	" Hell!" sang the young minstrel, " hang tightly to your purses!
	Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!"
	The song ended and the onlookers did roar
	Were I sincere, you bet I' d hear
	A knock upon the door
	" Hell!" went the Muse, intent, " you take me for granted!
	You' ve made me a harlot, if I may be candid!"
	The label dropped her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war
	Were I sincere, you bet I' d hear
	A knock upon the door
	The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the Muse' s weeping
	He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car, creeping
	" Sex and Death! Was I not the breadth among the two?" she poured
	" Were you sincere, I bet you' d hear
	my knock upon your door!"
	He said, " Dear Muse, Come here! Need a lift somewhere?
	You' ve got the wrong man, I was only kidding back there.
	I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like such a boor.
	I am sincere: I hope to hear
	Your knock upon my door!"
	" The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has video on you." She scorned.
	" Evidence, in none defense, should I have you burned, deformed.
	Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores!
	Heck with sincere, hark, I hear
	A knock upon the door."
	The derisive Muse said, " your therapy isn' t working, is it?"
	Memphis hucksterHitlerhustler! Aren' t you a Clear yet?
	Always brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor.
	Klock is here! Hark, I hear
	A knock upon the door."
	His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and soft
	Beads streamed from his hair, soaking his black tshirt' s cloth
	gut feeling was to leave her words on the cuttingroom floor
	He thought, " If I stay here, I' ll never hear
	That knock upon the door"
	Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her abdomen
	A human voice to her songs, she could not condemn
	Because of a communion they had had of yore
	The blessed day is near, soon they' ll hear
	A knock upon the door

	" Hell!" sang the young minstrel, " hang tightly to your purses!
	Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!"
	The song ended and the onlookers did roar
	Were I sincere, you bet I' d hear
	A knock upon the door
	" Hell!" went the Muse, intent, " you take me for granted!
	You' ve made me a harlot, if I may be candid!"
	The label dropped her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war
	Were I sincere, you bet I' d hear
	A knock upon the door
	The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the Muse' s weeping
	He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car, creeping
	" Sex and Death! Was I not the breadth among the two?" she poured
	" Were you sincere, I bet you' d hear
	my knock upon your door!"
	He said, " Dear Muse, Come here! Need a lift somewhere?
	You' ve got the wrong man, I was only kidding back there.
	I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like such a boor.
	I am sincere: I hope to hear
	Your knock upon my door!"
	" The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has video on you." She scorned.
	" Evidence, in none defense, should I have you burned, deformed.
	Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores!
	Heck with sincere, hark, I hear
	A knock upon the door."
	The derisive Muse said, " your therapy isn' t working, is it?"
	Memphis hucksterHitlerhustler! Aren' t you a Clear yet?
	Always brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor.
	Klock is here! Hark, I hear
	A knock upon the door."
	His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and soft
	Beads streamed from his hair, soaking his black tshirt' s cloth
	gut feeling was to leave her words on the cuttingroom floor
	He thought, " If I stay here, I' ll never hear
	That knock upon the door"
	Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her abdomen
	A human voice to her songs, she could not condemn
	Because of a communion they had had of yore
	The blessed day is near, soon they' ll hear
	A knock upon the door

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