歌曲 | The Might Come Back Club |
歌手 | Hallelujah the Hills |
专辑 | Colonial Drones |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Walsh | |
collect your cobwebs | |
saw off your antlers | |
between blizzards we are free | |
the front lawn's hosting the strangest vine growth | |
that will in time entangle all we see | |
devastating news-hype hand delivered | |
via secret hymns | |
The Might Come Back Club's | |
rites of recall are etched out on the bones of these limbs | |
open your kimono you hassle magnet | |
let me see what all the kids are killing for | |
consulting the Fates from far the northern states | |
with escape routes scrawled on their back doors | |
fanatics follow the freedom of fandom | |
hitting straw men with plastic swords | |
rip up the floor boards | |
and find what they've come for | |
you're a guest they'll begrudgingly endure | |
I was in the kitchen with the grieving uncle | |
and a drinking game that only he played | |
so in tender spirits he climbed up on the rooftop | |
to chant for the chariot brigade | |
To our amazement | |
out came the horses | |
who's in charge? hell if I know | |
The Might Come Back Club's rules of order | |
say in this case we must row | |
so start rowing. | |
row! |
zuo qu : Walsh | |
collect your cobwebs | |
saw off your antlers | |
between blizzards we are free | |
the front lawn' s hosting the strangest vine growth | |
that will in time entangle all we see | |
devastating newshype hand delivered | |
via secret hymns | |
The Might Come Back Club' s | |
rites of recall are etched out on the bones of these limbs | |
open your kimono you hassle magnet | |
let me see what all the kids are killing for | |
consulting the Fates from far the northern states | |
with escape routes scrawled on their back doors | |
fanatics follow the freedom of fandom | |
hitting straw men with plastic swords | |
rip up the floor boards | |
and find what they' ve come for | |
you' re a guest they' ll begrudgingly endure | |
I was in the kitchen with the grieving uncle | |
and a drinking game that only he played | |
so in tender spirits he climbed up on the rooftop | |
to chant for the chariot brigade | |
To our amazement | |
out came the horses | |
who' s in charge? hell if I know | |
The Might Come Back Club' s rules of order | |
say in this case we must row | |
so start rowing. | |
row! |
zuò qǔ : Walsh | |
collect your cobwebs | |
saw off your antlers | |
between blizzards we are free | |
the front lawn' s hosting the strangest vine growth | |
that will in time entangle all we see | |
devastating newshype hand delivered | |
via secret hymns | |
The Might Come Back Club' s | |
rites of recall are etched out on the bones of these limbs | |
open your kimono you hassle magnet | |
let me see what all the kids are killing for | |
consulting the Fates from far the northern states | |
with escape routes scrawled on their back doors | |
fanatics follow the freedom of fandom | |
hitting straw men with plastic swords | |
rip up the floor boards | |
and find what they' ve come for | |
you' re a guest they' ll begrudgingly endure | |
I was in the kitchen with the grieving uncle | |
and a drinking game that only he played | |
so in tender spirits he climbed up on the rooftop | |
to chant for the chariot brigade | |
To our amazement | |
out came the horses | |
who' s in charge? hell if I know | |
The Might Come Back Club' s rules of order | |
say in this case we must row | |
so start rowing. | |
row! |