歌曲 | Wide |
歌手 | Groovy Aardvark |
专辑 | Vacuum (Remastered) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vincent Peake | |
作曲 : Martin Dupuis | |
Lamp posts, flickering torches | |
Make out the random attack | |
Colour the victim’s bright new clothes | |
I turn my back | |
And distance myself from the pack of humans | |
Stripped down to the size | |
Of my favourite neighbourhood | |
The smell has me mesmerized | |
It’s the one thing I know is good | |
Has got me believing | |
My small role down here | |
Has significant meaning | |
I try to calm my fears | |
Clearly revealed through open skies | |
Meet the simplest of crowds | |
The trees are very loud | |
Like ogres high on wine | |
Their long beards growing wide | |
Swaying under the moon | |
Laughing with the loon | |
They can hear me speak out loud | |
I was mopping marble floors | |
For heavy rich men | |
Sweating in their overpriced threads | |
I can’t plan ahead | |
But if I stay, I’m dead | |
Their boiling rage | |
Made all too clear | |
By their words of hate | |
I’ve no place here | |
They’ve got no power over me | |
They’ll do what they can | |
I don’t understand | |
They’ve got no power over me | |
I was mopping marble floors | |
For heavy rich men | |
Sweating in their overpriced threads | |
If I plan ahead, I’m dead |
zuo ci : Vincent Peake | |
zuo qu : Martin Dupuis | |
Lamp posts, flickering torches | |
Make out the random attack | |
Colour the victim' s bright new clothes | |
I turn my back | |
And distance myself from the pack of humans | |
Stripped down to the size | |
Of my favourite neighbourhood | |
The smell has me mesmerized | |
It' s the one thing I know is good | |
Has got me believing | |
My small role down here | |
Has significant meaning | |
I try to calm my fears | |
Clearly revealed through open skies | |
Meet the simplest of crowds | |
The trees are very loud | |
Like ogres high on wine | |
Their long beards growing wide | |
Swaying under the moon | |
Laughing with the loon | |
They can hear me speak out loud | |
I was mopping marble floors | |
For heavy rich men | |
Sweating in their overpriced threads | |
I can' t plan ahead | |
But if I stay, I' m dead | |
Their boiling rage | |
Made all too clear | |
By their words of hate | |
I' ve no place here | |
They' ve got no power over me | |
They' ll do what they can | |
I don' t understand | |
They' ve got no power over me | |
I was mopping marble floors | |
For heavy rich men | |
Sweating in their overpriced threads | |
If I plan ahead, I' m dead |
zuò cí : Vincent Peake | |
zuò qǔ : Martin Dupuis | |
Lamp posts, flickering torches | |
Make out the random attack | |
Colour the victim' s bright new clothes | |
I turn my back | |
And distance myself from the pack of humans | |
Stripped down to the size | |
Of my favourite neighbourhood | |
The smell has me mesmerized | |
It' s the one thing I know is good | |
Has got me believing | |
My small role down here | |
Has significant meaning | |
I try to calm my fears | |
Clearly revealed through open skies | |
Meet the simplest of crowds | |
The trees are very loud | |
Like ogres high on wine | |
Their long beards growing wide | |
Swaying under the moon | |
Laughing with the loon | |
They can hear me speak out loud | |
I was mopping marble floors | |
For heavy rich men | |
Sweating in their overpriced threads | |
I can' t plan ahead | |
But if I stay, I' m dead | |
Their boiling rage | |
Made all too clear | |
By their words of hate | |
I' ve no place here | |
They' ve got no power over me | |
They' ll do what they can | |
I don' t understand | |
They' ve got no power over me | |
I was mopping marble floors | |
For heavy rich men | |
Sweating in their overpriced threads | |
If I plan ahead, I' m dead |