歌曲 | Flight of the Paper Pilots |
歌手 | Hallelujah the Hills |
专辑 | Colonial Drones |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Walsh | |
jammed by these satellite signals | |
our path now encumbered by clouds | |
our secret plans spoken out loud | |
the devil's in the details but | |
no one really knew that till now | |
you've got Everett wearing x-ray glasses | |
trying to get off in the sand | |
while Casey makes a map of the land | |
we get beat up and punched out | |
beat up and punched out | |
beat up and punched out | |
yeah, we almost get gone | |
all I need are 8 cups of coffee | |
some beer and my cigarettes | |
we'll steer the ship towards the rocky inlets | |
behold the cargo in the water, an ocean full of country duets | |
kill me, Captain Courage, I love you | |
but my paper pilots are caught in a trap | |
and nothing's gonna bring them back | |
so the obits in the paper detail everything | |
that slips through the cracks | |
treat me like the probation officer you never had | |
i'll get you work in a book-binding warehouse | |
but if you fall across the wayside I really can't | |
be called to repeat what I once screamed | |
all these pilots becoming part of my life | |
as my old self goes under the knife | |
the doctor says don't worry, 'cause | |
I know this procedure like I know the back of my wife | |
And that's pretty damn well | |
jammed by these satellite signals | |
our path now encumbered by clouds | |
our secret plans spoken out loud | |
yeah, the devil's in the details but | |
no one really knew that till now | |
you're gonna live | |
I'm gonna die |
zuo qu : Walsh | |
jammed by these satellite signals | |
our path now encumbered by clouds | |
our secret plans spoken out loud | |
the devil' s in the details but | |
no one really knew that till now | |
you' ve got Everett wearing xray glasses | |
trying to get off in the sand | |
while Casey makes a map of the land | |
we get beat up and punched out | |
beat up and punched out | |
beat up and punched out | |
yeah, we almost get gone | |
all I need are 8 cups of coffee | |
some beer and my cigarettes | |
we' ll steer the ship towards the rocky inlets | |
behold the cargo in the water, an ocean full of country duets | |
kill me, Captain Courage, I love you | |
but my paper pilots are caught in a trap | |
and nothing' s gonna bring them back | |
so the obits in the paper detail everything | |
that slips through the cracks | |
treat me like the probation officer you never had | |
i' ll get you work in a bookbinding warehouse | |
but if you fall across the wayside I really can' t | |
be called to repeat what I once screamed | |
all these pilots becoming part of my life | |
as my old self goes under the knife | |
the doctor says don' t worry, ' cause | |
I know this procedure like I know the back of my wife | |
And that' s pretty damn well | |
jammed by these satellite signals | |
our path now encumbered by clouds | |
our secret plans spoken out loud | |
yeah, the devil' s in the details but | |
no one really knew that till now | |
you' re gonna live | |
I' m gonna die |
zuò qǔ : Walsh | |
jammed by these satellite signals | |
our path now encumbered by clouds | |
our secret plans spoken out loud | |
the devil' s in the details but | |
no one really knew that till now | |
you' ve got Everett wearing xray glasses | |
trying to get off in the sand | |
while Casey makes a map of the land | |
we get beat up and punched out | |
beat up and punched out | |
beat up and punched out | |
yeah, we almost get gone | |
all I need are 8 cups of coffee | |
some beer and my cigarettes | |
we' ll steer the ship towards the rocky inlets | |
behold the cargo in the water, an ocean full of country duets | |
kill me, Captain Courage, I love you | |
but my paper pilots are caught in a trap | |
and nothing' s gonna bring them back | |
so the obits in the paper detail everything | |
that slips through the cracks | |
treat me like the probation officer you never had | |
i' ll get you work in a bookbinding warehouse | |
but if you fall across the wayside I really can' t | |
be called to repeat what I once screamed | |
all these pilots becoming part of my life | |
as my old self goes under the knife | |
the doctor says don' t worry, ' cause | |
I know this procedure like I know the back of my wife | |
And that' s pretty damn well | |
jammed by these satellite signals | |
our path now encumbered by clouds | |
our secret plans spoken out loud | |
yeah, the devil' s in the details but | |
no one really knew that till now | |
you' re gonna live | |
I' m gonna die |