Hand Me Ups 歌词
| 歌曲 | Hand Me Ups |
| 歌手 | Scott Walker |
| 专辑 | The Drift |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : | |
| Mend | |
| Amend | |
| Bring and rub | |
| Beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| Shrugged off the splintering white bone | |
| Teeth shaken out with a stroke | |
| Brain running down along spear | |
| from the wound in the eye hole | |
| Stones pounding in | |
| past the screens | |
| past the shields | |
| I felt the nail driving into my food | |
| while I felt the nail driving into my hand | |
| Rub a dub | |
| God and bring | |
| beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| what? | |
| When you can't hear the bleating all night | |
| Else he's strumming the springs of his cot | |
| When? | |
| What you can't see is | |
| her tiny mouth | |
| squealing and shrieking with laughter | |
| Dispensing | |
| with each little toe | |
| each little finger | |
| let them whirl away into the darkness | |
| The pee pee soaked trousers | |
| The torn muddied dress | |
| No ankles at the gates at dusk | |
| Ever caught the dawning | |
| The audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| No Fado live from last year's winning country | |
| Twelve bunnies in a hutch for nine new weeks | |
| The audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| And it will catch my toes | |
| It will catch my fingers | |
| The pee pee soaked trousers | |
| The torn muddied dress | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Mend | |
| Amend | |
| Bring and rub | |
| Beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| Shrugged off the splintering white bone | |
| Teeth shaken out with a stroke | |
| Brain running down along spear | |
| from the wound in the eye hole | |
| Stones pounding in | |
| past the screens | |
| past the shields | |
| I felt the nail driving into my food | |
| while I felt the nail driving into my hand |
| zuo ci : | |
| Mend | |
| Amend | |
| Bring and rub | |
| Beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| Shrugged off the splintering white bone | |
| Teeth shaken out with a stroke | |
| Brain running down along spear | |
| from the wound in the eye hole | |
| Stones pounding in | |
| past the screens | |
| past the shields | |
| I felt the nail driving into my food | |
| while I felt the nail driving into my hand | |
| Rub a dub | |
| God and bring | |
| beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| what? | |
| When you can' t hear the bleating all night | |
| Else he' s strumming the springs of his cot | |
| When? | |
| What you can' t see is | |
| her tiny mouth | |
| squealing and shrieking with laughter | |
| Dispensing | |
| with each little toe | |
| each little finger | |
| let them whirl away into the darkness | |
| The pee pee soaked trousers | |
| The torn muddied dress | |
| No ankles at the gates at dusk | |
| Ever caught the dawning | |
| The audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| No Fado live from last year' s winning country | |
| Twelve bunnies in a hutch for nine new weeks | |
| The audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| And it will catch my toes | |
| It will catch my fingers | |
| The pee pee soaked trousers | |
| The torn muddied dress | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Mend | |
| Amend | |
| Bring and rub | |
| Beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| Shrugged off the splintering white bone | |
| Teeth shaken out with a stroke | |
| Brain running down along spear | |
| from the wound in the eye hole | |
| Stones pounding in | |
| past the screens | |
| past the shields | |
| I felt the nail driving into my food | |
| while I felt the nail driving into my hand |
| zuò cí : | |
| Mend | |
| Amend | |
| Bring and rub | |
| Beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| Shrugged off the splintering white bone | |
| Teeth shaken out with a stroke | |
| Brain running down along spear | |
| from the wound in the eye hole | |
| Stones pounding in | |
| past the screens | |
| past the shields | |
| I felt the nail driving into my food | |
| while I felt the nail driving into my hand | |
| Rub a dub | |
| God and bring | |
| beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| what? | |
| When you can' t hear the bleating all night | |
| Else he' s strumming the springs of his cot | |
| When? | |
| What you can' t see is | |
| her tiny mouth | |
| squealing and shrieking with laughter | |
| Dispensing | |
| with each little toe | |
| each little finger | |
| let them whirl away into the darkness | |
| The pee pee soaked trousers | |
| The torn muddied dress | |
| No ankles at the gates at dusk | |
| Ever caught the dawning | |
| The audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| No Fado live from last year' s winning country | |
| Twelve bunnies in a hutch for nine new weeks | |
| The audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| Its audience is waiting | |
| And it will catch my toes | |
| It will catch my fingers | |
| The pee pee soaked trousers | |
| The torn muddied dress | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Forever and ever | |
| Mend | |
| Amend | |
| Bring and rub | |
| Beat the band | |
| I tried | |
| I tried | |
| Shrugged off the splintering white bone | |
| Teeth shaken out with a stroke | |
| Brain running down along spear | |
| from the wound in the eye hole | |
| Stones pounding in | |
| past the screens | |
| past the shields | |
| I felt the nail driving into my food | |
| while I felt the nail driving into my hand |
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