7th Avenue Static 歌词

	作曲 : A.
	Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born
	By the light of a cold television
	And I remember the boss in his uniform
	As he marched from the field of vision
	Well he didn't come home and it was just us alone
	The brat and the widowed civilian
	Then one April night after Ma took her life
	I fell down the street to oblivion
	And I took what the dumpsters were giving
	And I did my best to survive
	'Cause I figured that life's for the living
	While you're alive
	While you're alive
	Bring out the gin and the small violins
	I'm a raging success as a failure
	And it's colder than hell in this cardboard hotel
	Which I share with a chronic embezzler
	So I beat my retreat down collister street
	To one of my holy places
	And they tangled my wings with wire and string
	But I'm spinning in a whirlpool of faces
	And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving
	And I'll do my best to survive
	'Cause I still think that life's for the living
	Yes I still think that life's for the living
	And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving
	And I'll pray every night to St. Giles
	But I still think that life's for the living
	At least for a while
	At least for a while

	zuo qu : A.
	Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born
	By the light of a cold television
	And I remember the boss in his uniform
	As he marched from the field of vision
	Well he didn' t come home and it was just us alone
	The brat and the widowed civilian
	Then one April night after Ma took her life
	I fell down the street to oblivion
	And I took what the dumpsters were giving
	And I did my best to survive
	' Cause I figured that life' s for the living
	While you' re alive
	While you' re alive
	Bring out the gin and the small violins
	I' m a raging success as a failure
	And it' s colder than hell in this cardboard hotel
	Which I share with a chronic embezzler
	So I beat my retreat down collister street
	To one of my holy places
	And they tangled my wings with wire and string
	But I' m spinning in a whirlpool of faces
	And I' ll take what the dumpsters are giving
	And I' ll do my best to survive
	' Cause I still think that life' s for the living
	Yes I still think that life' s for the living
	And I' ll take what the dumpsters are giving
	And I' ll pray every night to St. Giles
	But I still think that life' s for the living
	At least for a while
	At least for a while

	zuò qǔ : A.
	Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born
	By the light of a cold television
	And I remember the boss in his uniform
	As he marched from the field of vision
	Well he didn' t come home and it was just us alone
	The brat and the widowed civilian
	Then one April night after Ma took her life
	I fell down the street to oblivion
	And I took what the dumpsters were giving
	And I did my best to survive
	' Cause I figured that life' s for the living
	While you' re alive
	While you' re alive
	Bring out the gin and the small violins
	I' m a raging success as a failure
	And it' s colder than hell in this cardboard hotel
	Which I share with a chronic embezzler
	So I beat my retreat down collister street
	To one of my holy places
	And they tangled my wings with wire and string
	But I' m spinning in a whirlpool of faces
	And I' ll take what the dumpsters are giving
	And I' ll do my best to survive
	' Cause I still think that life' s for the living
	Yes I still think that life' s for the living
	And I' ll take what the dumpsters are giving
	And I' ll pray every night to St. Giles
	But I still think that life' s for the living
	At least for a while
	At least for a while

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