歌曲 | Truckload of Art |
歌手 | Cracker |
专辑 | Countrysides |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Allen | |
Allen | |
A truckload of art from New York City | |
Was hauling a weighty load | |
The driver was singing, | |
the sunset was pretty | |
But the truck turned over and it rolled off the road | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art, it's burning by the highway | |
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground | |
It's a terrible sight, | |
if a person were to see it | |
But there weren't nobody around | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
The driver went sailing high in the sky | |
Landed in the cold lap of the Lord | |
Who smiled and then said: | |
"Son, you're better off dead | |
Than hauling a truckload full of hot avant garde" | |
REPEAT CHORUS | |
REPEAT HOOs | |
Yeah some important artwork was thrown to the ground | |
Tragically landing in the weeds | |
And the smoke could be seen | |
from miles all around | |
But nobody knows what it means | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway | |
And a tough job for the highway patrol | |
Who'll soon see the smoke, | |
come running to poke | |
Dig an empty ditch throw the arts in a hole | |
REPEAT HOOs | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway | |
And it's raging far out of control | |
What the critics had cheered | |
is now shattered and queered | |
And theres no more reviews as it's strewed? on the road | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art, it's burning by the highway | |
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground | |
It's a terrible sight, | |
if a person were to see it | |
But there weren't nobody around |
zuo ci : Allen | |
Allen | |
A truckload of art from New York City | |
Was hauling a weighty load | |
The driver was singing, | |
the sunset was pretty | |
But the truck turned over and it rolled off the road | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art, it' s burning by the highway | |
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground | |
It' s a terrible sight, | |
if a person were to see it | |
But there weren' t nobody around | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
The driver went sailing high in the sky | |
Landed in the cold lap of the Lord | |
Who smiled and then said: | |
" Son, you' re better off dead | |
Than hauling a truckload full of hot avant garde" | |
REPEAT CHORUS | |
REPEAT HOOs | |
Yeah some important artwork was thrown to the ground | |
Tragically landing in the weeds | |
And the smoke could be seen | |
from miles all around | |
But nobody knows what it means | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway | |
And a tough job for the highway patrol | |
Who' ll soon see the smoke, | |
come running to poke | |
Dig an empty ditch throw the arts in a hole | |
REPEAT HOOs | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway | |
And it' s raging far out of control | |
What the critics had cheered | |
is now shattered and queered | |
And theres no more reviews as it' s strewed? on the road | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art, it' s burning by the highway | |
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground | |
It' s a terrible sight, | |
if a person were to see it | |
But there weren' t nobody around |
zuò cí : Allen | |
Allen | |
A truckload of art from New York City | |
Was hauling a weighty load | |
The driver was singing, | |
the sunset was pretty | |
But the truck turned over and it rolled off the road | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art, it' s burning by the highway | |
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground | |
It' s a terrible sight, | |
if a person were to see it | |
But there weren' t nobody around | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo | |
The driver went sailing high in the sky | |
Landed in the cold lap of the Lord | |
Who smiled and then said: | |
" Son, you' re better off dead | |
Than hauling a truckload full of hot avant garde" | |
REPEAT CHORUS | |
REPEAT HOOs | |
Yeah some important artwork was thrown to the ground | |
Tragically landing in the weeds | |
And the smoke could be seen | |
from miles all around | |
But nobody knows what it means | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway | |
And a tough job for the highway patrol | |
Who' ll soon see the smoke, | |
come running to poke | |
Dig an empty ditch throw the arts in a hole | |
REPEAT HOOs | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art is burning near the highway | |
And it' s raging far out of control | |
What the critics had cheered | |
is now shattered and queered | |
And theres no more reviews as it' s strewed? on the road | |
CHORUS: | |
Yeah the truckload of art, it' s burning by the highway | |
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground | |
It' s a terrible sight, | |
if a person were to see it | |
But there weren' t nobody around |