Vintage Whine 歌词
| 歌曲 | Vintage Whine |
| 歌手 | Skyclad |
| 专辑 | Vintage Whine |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : English, Walkyier | |
| I'll paly | |
| Bacchus for the evening, pray, be seated, take your places | |
| Should my manna seem displeasing, offend your airs and graces, | |
| I've a list long as your arm, (The connoisseur's selection) such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms, awaiting your inspections | |
| The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain | |
| I've watched hopes wither on the vine | |
| The fruits of labours toiled in vain | |
| I reap soul-grapes at harvest time. | |
| Anno 1999 - a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. [CHORUS :] | |
| Since it's drawn - | |
| I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs | |
| Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. | |
| Here's one for the road - afore ye go drink deep sweet lads and lasses | |
| Those blighted crops you gladly sow shall one day fill your glasses | |
| Brood for decades - pure hate distilled then bottled up much longer | |
| Revenge - a draught i'll serve you chilled, when time has made it stronger | |
| Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet. | |
| Laments ferment the patience schnapps | |
| Cask full of mulled futile dismay | |
| My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps | |
| Anno 1999 - a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. [CHORUS :] | |
| Since it's drawn - | |
| I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs | |
| Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. | |
| Anno 1999 - a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. |
| zuo ci : English, Walkyier | |
| I' ll paly | |
| Bacchus for the evening, pray, be seated, take your places | |
| Should my manna seem displeasing, offend your airs and graces, | |
| I' ve a list long as your arm, The connoisseur' s selection such bitter whines a quaff of qualms, awaiting your inspections | |
| The bubbles burst this aint shampain | |
| I' ve watched hopes wither on the vine | |
| The fruits of labours toiled in vain | |
| I reap soulgrapes at harvest time. | |
| Anno 1999 a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. CHORUS : | |
| Since it' s drawn | |
| I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs | |
| Their poison cannot kill me new strength from it i ' ll borrow my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. | |
| Here' s one for the road afore ye go drink deep sweet lads and lasses | |
| Those blighted crops you gladly sow shall one day fill your glasses | |
| Brood for decades pure hate distilled then bottled up much longer | |
| Revenge a draught i' ll serve you chilled, when time has made it stronger | |
| Noncordial it' s bile bouquet. | |
| Laments ferment the patience schnapps | |
| Cask full of mulled futile dismay | |
| My wellagedrage you ' ve turned the taps | |
| Anno 1999 a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. CHORUS : | |
| Since it' s drawn | |
| I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs | |
| Their poison cannot kill me new strength from it i ' ll borrow my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. | |
| Anno 1999 a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. |
| zuò cí : English, Walkyier | |
| I' ll paly | |
| Bacchus for the evening, pray, be seated, take your places | |
| Should my manna seem displeasing, offend your airs and graces, | |
| I' ve a list long as your arm, The connoisseur' s selection such bitter whines a quaff of qualms, awaiting your inspections | |
| The bubbles burst this aint shampain | |
| I' ve watched hopes wither on the vine | |
| The fruits of labours toiled in vain | |
| I reap soulgrapes at harvest time. | |
| Anno 1999 a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. CHORUS : | |
| Since it' s drawn | |
| I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs | |
| Their poison cannot kill me new strength from it i ' ll borrow my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. | |
| Here' s one for the road afore ye go drink deep sweet lads and lasses | |
| Those blighted crops you gladly sow shall one day fill your glasses | |
| Brood for decades pure hate distilled then bottled up much longer | |
| Revenge a draught i' ll serve you chilled, when time has made it stronger | |
| Noncordial it' s bile bouquet. | |
| Laments ferment the patience schnapps | |
| Cask full of mulled futile dismay | |
| My wellagedrage you ' ve turned the taps | |
| Anno 1999 a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. CHORUS : | |
| Since it' s drawn | |
| I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs | |
| Their poison cannot kill me new strength from it i ' ll borrow my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. | |
| Anno 1999 a classic year for | |
| Vintage Whine. |
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