歌曲 | Breathing Fear |
歌手 | Kitchens of Distinction |
专辑 | The Death of Cool |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
So full of hope that he can't sit still | |
even in the presence of strangers. | |
He's expecting his favourite guest, | |
the boy with easy virtues. | |
But when the boy arrives, | |
he's got a black eye | |
from the lads who plague us outside. | |
He laughs and calls for the world to die, | |
then hugs and kisses it better. | |
**Chorus** | |
Tell him why do you go to extremes | |
and how it must show. | |
**** | |
He's half-full of courage and he | |
stumbles to work, | |
where they bitch about their babies. | |
They ask him where he got his bruises., | |
he mumbles excuses, he lies and lies. | |
He cannot allow them to finish him off. | |
Over-heated, overwrought. | |
He refuses to die like a saint, | |
half-believed and always deceived. | |
**** | |
Chorus | |
**** | |
Giving us grief for centuries now, | |
can't you ever rest? | |
Beaten, insulted, skewered and branded. | |
Isn't waking enough? | |
You're breathing this fear just once a year, | |
we suffocate every day. | |
Hey... you're breathing this fear just once a year, | |
we suffocate every day! |
zuo ci : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
So full of hope that he can' t sit still | |
even in the presence of strangers. | |
He' s expecting his favourite guest, | |
the boy with easy virtues. | |
But when the boy arrives, | |
he' s got a black eye | |
from the lads who plague us outside. | |
He laughs and calls for the world to die, | |
then hugs and kisses it better. | |
Chorus | |
Tell him why do you go to extremes | |
and how it must show. | |
He' s halffull of courage and he | |
stumbles to work, | |
where they bitch about their babies. | |
They ask him where he got his bruises., | |
he mumbles excuses, he lies and lies. | |
He cannot allow them to finish him off. | |
Overheated, overwrought. | |
He refuses to die like a saint, | |
halfbelieved and always deceived. | |
Chorus | |
Giving us grief for centuries now, | |
can' t you ever rest? | |
Beaten, insulted, skewered and branded. | |
Isn' t waking enough? | |
You' re breathing this fear just once a year, | |
we suffocate every day. | |
Hey... you' re breathing this fear just once a year, | |
we suffocate every day! |
zuò cí : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
So full of hope that he can' t sit still | |
even in the presence of strangers. | |
He' s expecting his favourite guest, | |
the boy with easy virtues. | |
But when the boy arrives, | |
he' s got a black eye | |
from the lads who plague us outside. | |
He laughs and calls for the world to die, | |
then hugs and kisses it better. | |
Chorus | |
Tell him why do you go to extremes | |
and how it must show. | |
He' s halffull of courage and he | |
stumbles to work, | |
where they bitch about their babies. | |
They ask him where he got his bruises., | |
he mumbles excuses, he lies and lies. | |
He cannot allow them to finish him off. | |
Overheated, overwrought. | |
He refuses to die like a saint, | |
halfbelieved and always deceived. | |
Chorus | |
Giving us grief for centuries now, | |
can' t you ever rest? | |
Beaten, insulted, skewered and branded. | |
Isn' t waking enough? | |
You' re breathing this fear just once a year, | |
we suffocate every day. | |
Hey... you' re breathing this fear just once a year, | |
we suffocate every day! |