歌曲 | In The Land Of Grey & Pink |
歌手 | Caravan |
专辑 | The World Is Yours – The Anthology 1968-1976 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think | |
They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies | |
And they're climbing down your chimney, yes they're trying to get in | |
Come to take your money – isn't it a sin, they're so thin | |
They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain | |
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain | |
So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows | |
You won't need any money, just fingers and your toes | |
And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green | |
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need | |
While sailing back in morning light, we'll wash our teeth in the sea | |
And when the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea drinking tea | |
So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows | |
You won't need any money, just fingers and your toes | |
And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green | |
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need | |
They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain | |
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain |
In the land of grey and pink where only boyscouts stop to think | |
They' ll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies | |
And they' re climbing down your chimney, yes they' re trying to get in | |
Come to take your money isn' t it a sin, they' re so thin | |
They' ve black buckets in the sky, don' t leave your dad in the rain | |
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they' ll all get washed down the drain | |
So we' ll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows | |
You won' t need any money, just fingers and your toes | |
And when it' s dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green | |
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that' s all we' ll need | |
While sailing back in morning light, we' ll wash our teeth in the sea | |
And when the day gets really bright, we' ll go to sea drinking tea | |
So we' ll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows | |
You won' t need any money, just fingers and your toes | |
And when it' s dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green | |
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that' s all we' ll need | |
They' ve black buckets in the sky, don' t leave your dad in the rain | |
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they' ll all get washed down the drain |
In the land of grey and pink where only boyscouts stop to think | |
They' ll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies | |
And they' re climbing down your chimney, yes they' re trying to get in | |
Come to take your money isn' t it a sin, they' re so thin | |
They' ve black buckets in the sky, don' t leave your dad in the rain | |
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they' ll all get washed down the drain | |
So we' ll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows | |
You won' t need any money, just fingers and your toes | |
And when it' s dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green | |
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that' s all we' ll need | |
While sailing back in morning light, we' ll wash our teeth in the sea | |
And when the day gets really bright, we' ll go to sea drinking tea | |
So we' ll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows | |
You won' t need any money, just fingers and your toes | |
And when it' s dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green | |
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that' s all we' ll need | |
They' ve black buckets in the sky, don' t leave your dad in the rain | |
Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they' ll all get washed down the drain |