| 歌曲 | The Pooka Sings |
| 歌手 | Final Fantasy |
| 专辑 | He Poos Clouds |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pallett | |
| Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes! | |
| Your dry and desperate tongue | |
| You've told a lie! a lie! a lie! | |
| For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung | |
| Do we believe in devils? No. | |
| Winged men? The healing pow'r of love? No. | |
| Enchantment? Social justice? No. | |
| Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No. | |
| Then why are all your songs about the things that don't exist? | |
| Do not resist! You'll burn these lies tonight and never let them live | |
| Oh, stoke the fire, you'll burn these words tonight | |
| I cannot let them live | |
| The Pooka wings away | |
| His power o'er me's at an end | |
| And I put down the violin | |
| I leave it down, never again! |
| zuo qu : Pallett | |
| Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes! | |
| Your dry and desperate tongue | |
| You' ve told a lie! a lie! a lie! | |
| For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung | |
| Do we believe in devils? No. | |
| Winged men? The healing pow' r of love? No. | |
| Enchantment? Social justice? No. | |
| Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No. | |
| Then why are all your songs about the things that don' t exist? | |
| Do not resist! You' ll burn these lies tonight and never let them live | |
| Oh, stoke the fire, you' ll burn these words tonight | |
| I cannot let them live | |
| The Pooka wings away | |
| His power o' er me' s at an end | |
| And I put down the violin | |
| I leave it down, never again! |
| zuò qǔ : Pallett | |
| Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes! | |
| Your dry and desperate tongue | |
| You' ve told a lie! a lie! a lie! | |
| For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung | |
| Do we believe in devils? No. | |
| Winged men? The healing pow' r of love? No. | |
| Enchantment? Social justice? No. | |
| Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No. | |
| Then why are all your songs about the things that don' t exist? | |
| Do not resist! You' ll burn these lies tonight and never let them live | |
| Oh, stoke the fire, you' ll burn these words tonight | |
| I cannot let them live | |
| The Pooka wings away | |
| His power o' er me' s at an end | |
| And I put down the violin | |
| I leave it down, never again! |