歌曲 | No Time Flat |
歌手 | Kevin Devine |
专辑 | Split The Country, Split The Street |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Devine | |
Your skin's in my mouth, | |
but I'm thinkin' about | |
thousands of things | |
That don't got your name. | |
So, I'm distant and weird; | |
we stop and you're all ears. | |
But how can I say, | |
"I've just been thinking how it's harder every year | |
to find excuses that'll keep me in the clear; | |
the arbitrary lines I impress in the sand, | |
the proof that piles in my trash can | |
while the skin on my hands is looking older every day. | |
The lies I've told have turned to leather on my face. | |
The love I've lost has turned to needles in my heart. | |
But I'm to blame for all the bad parts. | |
They're the choices I've made, hey hey." | |
That's when I turn my face away, | |
and I watch the debates. Now, I can't see see straight | |
Take abortion away, and both sides are just the same, | |
so I'm not sure why I vote, | |
'cause I just don't know | |
what difference it makes. | |
It seems to me we get the same shit from them both. | |
Reform don't work; I think it's time we tried revolt, | |
but I don't got the guts to jump up and go first, | |
so I just shout until my throat hurts, | |
and I curse and I curse | |
at what we ****ed up in Iraq. | |
You say support the troops; I do. | |
I want them all brought back, | |
and every building that you bombed raised from the ground. | |
And pull your contractors the **** out. | |
If you really go and reinstate the draft, | |
you'll straight away just split the country straight in half, | |
so try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back. | |
I'll be returning mine in no time flat. | |
In a sense we're the same, | |
struggling to save face. | |
It's a question of scope: | |
how far you're willing to go | |
to make rights of your wrongs, | |
despite the risk involved. | |
It's a question of faith, | |
'Cause if we wait until we've all been burned to ash | |
to tell the truth about the shit buried in our past, | |
we'll split a taxi to that firepit way down south. | |
So, let's rise up and open our mouths. | |
'Cause you remind me that it's harder every year | |
to find excuses that'll keep me in the clear; | |
the arbitrary lines I impress in the sand, | |
the proof that piles in my trash can. | |
And if you really go and reinstate the draft, | |
you'll straight away just split the country straight in half, | |
so try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back. | |
I'll be returning mine in no time flat. |
zuo qu : Devine | |
Your skin' s in my mouth, | |
but I' m thinkin' about | |
thousands of things | |
That don' t got your name. | |
So, I' m distant and weird | |
we stop and you' re all ears. | |
But how can I say, | |
" I' ve just been thinking how it' s harder every year | |
to find excuses that' ll keep me in the clear | |
the arbitrary lines I impress in the sand, | |
the proof that piles in my trash can | |
while the skin on my hands is looking older every day. | |
The lies I' ve told have turned to leather on my face. | |
The love I' ve lost has turned to needles in my heart. | |
But I' m to blame for all the bad parts. | |
They' re the choices I' ve made, hey hey." | |
That' s when I turn my face away, | |
and I watch the debates. Now, I can' t see see straight | |
Take abortion away, and both sides are just the same, | |
so I' m not sure why I vote, | |
' cause I just don' t know | |
what difference it makes. | |
It seems to me we get the same shit from them both. | |
Reform don' t work I think it' s time we tried revolt, | |
but I don' t got the guts to jump up and go first, | |
so I just shout until my throat hurts, | |
and I curse and I curse | |
at what we ed up in Iraq. | |
You say support the troops I do. | |
I want them all brought back, | |
and every building that you bombed raised from the ground. | |
And pull your contractors the out. | |
If you really go and reinstate the draft, | |
you' ll straight away just split the country straight in half, | |
so try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back. | |
I' ll be returning mine in no time flat. | |
In a sense we' re the same, | |
struggling to save face. | |
It' s a question of scope: | |
how far you' re willing to go | |
to make rights of your wrongs, | |
despite the risk involved. | |
It' s a question of faith, | |
' Cause if we wait until we' ve all been burned to ash | |
to tell the truth about the shit buried in our past, | |
we' ll split a taxi to that firepit way down south. | |
So, let' s rise up and open our mouths. | |
' Cause you remind me that it' s harder every year | |
to find excuses that' ll keep me in the clear | |
the arbitrary lines I impress in the sand, | |
the proof that piles in my trash can. | |
And if you really go and reinstate the draft, | |
you' ll straight away just split the country straight in half, | |
so try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back. | |
I' ll be returning mine in no time flat. |
zuò qǔ : Devine | |
Your skin' s in my mouth, | |
but I' m thinkin' about | |
thousands of things | |
That don' t got your name. | |
So, I' m distant and weird | |
we stop and you' re all ears. | |
But how can I say, | |
" I' ve just been thinking how it' s harder every year | |
to find excuses that' ll keep me in the clear | |
the arbitrary lines I impress in the sand, | |
the proof that piles in my trash can | |
while the skin on my hands is looking older every day. | |
The lies I' ve told have turned to leather on my face. | |
The love I' ve lost has turned to needles in my heart. | |
But I' m to blame for all the bad parts. | |
They' re the choices I' ve made, hey hey." | |
That' s when I turn my face away, | |
and I watch the debates. Now, I can' t see see straight | |
Take abortion away, and both sides are just the same, | |
so I' m not sure why I vote, | |
' cause I just don' t know | |
what difference it makes. | |
It seems to me we get the same shit from them both. | |
Reform don' t work I think it' s time we tried revolt, | |
but I don' t got the guts to jump up and go first, | |
so I just shout until my throat hurts, | |
and I curse and I curse | |
at what we ed up in Iraq. | |
You say support the troops I do. | |
I want them all brought back, | |
and every building that you bombed raised from the ground. | |
And pull your contractors the out. | |
If you really go and reinstate the draft, | |
you' ll straight away just split the country straight in half, | |
so try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back. | |
I' ll be returning mine in no time flat. | |
In a sense we' re the same, | |
struggling to save face. | |
It' s a question of scope: | |
how far you' re willing to go | |
to make rights of your wrongs, | |
despite the risk involved. | |
It' s a question of faith, | |
' Cause if we wait until we' ve all been burned to ash | |
to tell the truth about the shit buried in our past, | |
we' ll split a taxi to that firepit way down south. | |
So, let' s rise up and open our mouths. | |
' Cause you remind me that it' s harder every year | |
to find excuses that' ll keep me in the clear | |
the arbitrary lines I impress in the sand, | |
the proof that piles in my trash can. | |
And if you really go and reinstate the draft, | |
you' ll straight away just split the country straight in half, | |
so try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back. | |
I' ll be returning mine in no time flat. |