| 歌曲 | You Can't Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man |
| 歌手 | Okkervil River |
| 专辑 | The Stage Names |
| 作曲 : Sheff | |
| This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates | |
| While you sit in the van and wait | |
| Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away | |
| On a sunny summer day or, okay, an | |
| August night anyway | |
| And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there | |
| They'd fan a million bucks before your face | |
| Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair | |
| All mussed into an’ | |
| I've just been ****ed shape | |
| Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed | |
| She said, | |
| I'm done with looking back, and you look your age | |
| Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight | |
| And ****ing let them stare because at this point | |
| I don't care | |
| I have been your bride stripped bare since ’98 | |
| And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air | |
| It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it | |
| This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate | |
| When you starved and never ate | |
| This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face | |
| As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through | |
| Silver lake | |
| Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear | |
| What a ghastly sight you smear in every face | |
| In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear | |
| You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged |
| zuò qǔ : Sheff | |
| This week' s cash for last week' s grass your crew collates | |
| While you sit in the van and wait | |
| Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away | |
| On a sunny summer day or, okay, an | |
| August night anyway | |
| And you' re living on air, while on the 25th floor up there | |
| They' d fan a million bucks before your face | |
| Marie' s passed out in a chair with her once fussedover hair | |
| All mussed into an' | |
| I' ve just been ed shape | |
| Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed | |
| She said, | |
| I' m done with looking back, and you look your age | |
| Which is thirtyseven, by the way, and not twentyeight | |
| And ing let them stare because at this point | |
| I don' t care | |
| I have been your bride stripped bare since ' 98 | |
| And our silverscreen affair, it weighs less to me than air | |
| It' s a gas now, it' s a laugh, just how far several mil can take it | |
| This week' s fast as last week' s flash of interstate | |
| When you starved and never ate | |
| This week' s splashed a sick, gold cast across your face | |
| As you roam on silk, ripped tippytoe alone through | |
| Silver lake | |
| Splayed astride a snowwhite mare, on a nonstop allnight tear | |
| What a ghastly sight you smear in every face | |
| In that fat, furtrimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear | |
| You' ll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged |