歌曲 | Other People's Lives |
歌手 | Ray Davies |
专辑 | Other People's Lives |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davies | |
Can't believe what | |
I just read, gossip on the | |
InternetNow the tabloids have the news | |
Cross my heart, it just ain't true | |
I never thought it of you | |
Name, names and every line | |
Is feeding their suspicious minds | |
I'm not bitter or angry, | |
I'm only feeling sympathy | |
You really found the time | |
To feed the reporter with your views | |
See the reporter, break the news | |
Read the reporter, join the queue | |
Spread the news, scandalize | |
Words cut like a thousand knives | |
Take the cash, bag the prize | |
For playing games with other people's lives | |
See the reporter, break the news | |
Read the reporter, join the queue | |
Eat it up, take a bite, feed the reader's appetite | |
They'll swallow anything you write | |
As long as it's in black and white | |
And full of titillation | |
I can't believe what | |
I just read | |
Excuse me, | |
I just vomited | |
Tell your story, it's your call | |
So autobiographical but oh, so trivial | |
Feed the reporter | |
They put it on the | |
InternetTo help improve the circulation | |
They'll pepper it with lies | |
It's only other people's lives | |
Feed the reporter | |
Read the reporter | |
Politicians dressed in drag | |
Careers stopped with a quick back stab | |
While anonymous informer flees | |
And leaves us with our fantasy and erotic visions | |
Who did what, when, to whom | |
In the dominatrix room? | |
Tabloids daily titillate | |
Each sordid tale reverberates | |
All across the nation(What can I say?) | |
Feed the reporter(It's a vendetta) | |
Read the reporter([Incomprehensible]) | |
A rumor then a vicious phrase | |
A poison pen can wreck your day | |
And weather words that crucify | |
As tabloid judges sharpen up their knives | |
Read the reporter, black and white | |
See the reporter victimize | |
See a poor sucker crucified | |
To stop the truth, to tell your lies | |
Betray your friends and get the prize | |
The dagger's in, now twist the knife | |
The gutter's full of other people's lives |
zuo qu : Davies | |
Can' t believe what | |
I just read, gossip on the | |
InternetNow the tabloids have the news | |
Cross my heart, it just ain' t true | |
I never thought it of you | |
Name, names and every line | |
Is feeding their suspicious minds | |
I' m not bitter or angry, | |
I' m only feeling sympathy | |
You really found the time | |
To feed the reporter with your views | |
See the reporter, break the news | |
Read the reporter, join the queue | |
Spread the news, scandalize | |
Words cut like a thousand knives | |
Take the cash, bag the prize | |
For playing games with other people' s lives | |
See the reporter, break the news | |
Read the reporter, join the queue | |
Eat it up, take a bite, feed the reader' s appetite | |
They' ll swallow anything you write | |
As long as it' s in black and white | |
And full of titillation | |
I can' t believe what | |
I just read | |
Excuse me, | |
I just vomited | |
Tell your story, it' s your call | |
So autobiographical but oh, so trivial | |
Feed the reporter | |
They put it on the | |
InternetTo help improve the circulation | |
They' ll pepper it with lies | |
It' s only other people' s lives | |
Feed the reporter | |
Read the reporter | |
Politicians dressed in drag | |
Careers stopped with a quick back stab | |
While anonymous informer flees | |
And leaves us with our fantasy and erotic visions | |
Who did what, when, to whom | |
In the dominatrix room? | |
Tabloids daily titillate | |
Each sordid tale reverberates | |
All across the nation What can I say? | |
Feed the reporter It' s a vendetta | |
Read the reporter Incomprehensible | |
A rumor then a vicious phrase | |
A poison pen can wreck your day | |
And weather words that crucify | |
As tabloid judges sharpen up their knives | |
Read the reporter, black and white | |
See the reporter victimize | |
See a poor sucker crucified | |
To stop the truth, to tell your lies | |
Betray your friends and get the prize | |
The dagger' s in, now twist the knife | |
The gutter' s full of other people' s lives |
zuò qǔ : Davies | |
Can' t believe what | |
I just read, gossip on the | |
InternetNow the tabloids have the news | |
Cross my heart, it just ain' t true | |
I never thought it of you | |
Name, names and every line | |
Is feeding their suspicious minds | |
I' m not bitter or angry, | |
I' m only feeling sympathy | |
You really found the time | |
To feed the reporter with your views | |
See the reporter, break the news | |
Read the reporter, join the queue | |
Spread the news, scandalize | |
Words cut like a thousand knives | |
Take the cash, bag the prize | |
For playing games with other people' s lives | |
See the reporter, break the news | |
Read the reporter, join the queue | |
Eat it up, take a bite, feed the reader' s appetite | |
They' ll swallow anything you write | |
As long as it' s in black and white | |
And full of titillation | |
I can' t believe what | |
I just read | |
Excuse me, | |
I just vomited | |
Tell your story, it' s your call | |
So autobiographical but oh, so trivial | |
Feed the reporter | |
They put it on the | |
InternetTo help improve the circulation | |
They' ll pepper it with lies | |
It' s only other people' s lives | |
Feed the reporter | |
Read the reporter | |
Politicians dressed in drag | |
Careers stopped with a quick back stab | |
While anonymous informer flees | |
And leaves us with our fantasy and erotic visions | |
Who did what, when, to whom | |
In the dominatrix room? | |
Tabloids daily titillate | |
Each sordid tale reverberates | |
All across the nation What can I say? | |
Feed the reporter It' s a vendetta | |
Read the reporter Incomprehensible | |
A rumor then a vicious phrase | |
A poison pen can wreck your day | |
And weather words that crucify | |
As tabloid judges sharpen up their knives | |
Read the reporter, black and white | |
See the reporter victimize | |
See a poor sucker crucified | |
To stop the truth, to tell your lies | |
Betray your friends and get the prize | |
The dagger' s in, now twist the knife | |
The gutter' s full of other people' s lives |