| 歌曲 | Handsome Furs Hate This City |
| 歌手 | Handsome Furs |
| 专辑 | Plague Park |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Boeckner, Perry | |
| Woke up with blankets in buildings with jaws | |
| Stuck to the sheets, clammy with noon | |
| We wish for night time, a darkening screen | |
| Open the heart, just a machine | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| This one is vicious, a sinister lean | |
| We haunted her staircase where small ghosts have been | |
| Weening that heaven was stretched out and wide | |
| Pinned to the sky | |
| Pinned to the sky | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| So black out million screens | |
| And wire up the floor | |
| Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
| But you won't know what it's for | |
| So black out a million dreams | |
| And wire up all the floors | |
| Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
| But you won't know what it's for |
| zuo qu : Boeckner, Perry | |
| Woke up with blankets in buildings with jaws | |
| Stuck to the sheets, clammy with noon | |
| We wish for night time, a darkening screen | |
| Open the heart, just a machine | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| This one is vicious, a sinister lean | |
| We haunted her staircase where small ghosts have been | |
| Weening that heaven was stretched out and wide | |
| Pinned to the sky | |
| Pinned to the sky | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| So black out million screens | |
| And wire up the floor | |
| Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
| But you won' t know what it' s for | |
| So black out a million dreams | |
| And wire up all the floors | |
| Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
| But you won' t know what it' s for |
| zuò qǔ : Boeckner, Perry | |
| Woke up with blankets in buildings with jaws | |
| Stuck to the sheets, clammy with noon | |
| We wish for night time, a darkening screen | |
| Open the heart, just a machine | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| This one is vicious, a sinister lean | |
| We haunted her staircase where small ghosts have been | |
| Weening that heaven was stretched out and wide | |
| Pinned to the sky | |
| Pinned to the sky | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, there was home | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| Oh, life is long and hollow | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| We hate this city, filled with drones | |
| So black out million screens | |
| And wire up the floor | |
| Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
| But you won' t know what it' s for | |
| So black out a million dreams | |
| And wire up all the floors | |
| Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
| But you won' t know what it' s for |