歌曲 | Love's The Greatest Instrument |
歌手 | Thea Gilmore |
专辑 | Murphy's Heart |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I heard the deal was done | |
That it was sealed last night | |
The red woman stood to take the oath | |
lt wasn't front page news | |
She wasn't pretty | |
These days things are either nothing or they're both | |
Another sip of wine another card | |
And then I really have to leave | |
They saved my place in line | |
The ugly anodyne | |
To beg another's master for reprieve | |
Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
Well is it just my ears | |
Or does that beat appear | |
Just a little quieter than before | |
I guess we knew the score | |
The centre couldn't hold | |
The ladies pearls will skid across the floor | |
It'll come from Albert Dock | |
It'll come from Tower Bridge | |
It'll grab our politicians by the balls | |
Our quiet stupor our broken culture | |
Our best defence is no defence at all | |
Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
And you can call it progress | |
And you can call it foresight | |
Oh I don't know its name baby | |
But it keeps me up at night | |
And I'm sure there's something coming | |
I'm sure it will be soon | |
That the devils of our time will slouch | |
Across a blackened room | |
So take this epitaph | |
Take anything that's left | |
I don't want to be here | |
Come the day | |
I did my best you know | |
I tried to swim the tide | |
But I am just as guilty in my way | |
For every beaten brow | |
For every heaving chest | |
For every shaky word on every page | |
It’s taken 30 years | |
And a little pill to learn | |
That love's the greatest instrument of rage | |
It’s taken 30 years | |
And a little pill to learn | |
That love's the greatest instrument of rage | |
Uhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhu woho woho. |
I heard the deal was done | |
That it was sealed last night | |
The red woman stood to take the oath | |
lt wasn' t front page news | |
She wasn' t pretty | |
These days things are either nothing or they' re both | |
Another sip of wine another card | |
And then I really have to leave | |
They saved my place in line | |
The ugly anodyne | |
To beg another' s master for reprieve | |
Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
Well is it just my ears | |
Or does that beat appear | |
Just a little quieter than before | |
I guess we knew the score | |
The centre couldn' t hold | |
The ladies pearls will skid across the floor | |
It' ll come from Albert Dock | |
It' ll come from Tower Bridge | |
It' ll grab our politicians by the balls | |
Our quiet stupor our broken culture | |
Our best defence is no defence at all | |
Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
And you can call it progress | |
And you can call it foresight | |
Oh I don' t know its name baby | |
But it keeps me up at night | |
And I' m sure there' s something coming | |
I' m sure it will be soon | |
That the devils of our time will slouch | |
Across a blackened room | |
So take this epitaph | |
Take anything that' s left | |
I don' t want to be here | |
Come the day | |
I did my best you know | |
I tried to swim the tide | |
But I am just as guilty in my way | |
For every beaten brow | |
For every heaving chest | |
For every shaky word on every page | |
It' s taken 30 years | |
And a little pill to learn | |
That love' s the greatest instrument of rage | |
It' s taken 30 years | |
And a little pill to learn | |
That love' s the greatest instrument of rage | |
Uhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhu woho woho. |
I heard the deal was done | |
That it was sealed last night | |
The red woman stood to take the oath | |
lt wasn' t front page news | |
She wasn' t pretty | |
These days things are either nothing or they' re both | |
Another sip of wine another card | |
And then I really have to leave | |
They saved my place in line | |
The ugly anodyne | |
To beg another' s master for reprieve | |
Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
Well is it just my ears | |
Or does that beat appear | |
Just a little quieter than before | |
I guess we knew the score | |
The centre couldn' t hold | |
The ladies pearls will skid across the floor | |
It' ll come from Albert Dock | |
It' ll come from Tower Bridge | |
It' ll grab our politicians by the balls | |
Our quiet stupor our broken culture | |
Our best defence is no defence at all | |
Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
And you can call it progress | |
And you can call it foresight | |
Oh I don' t know its name baby | |
But it keeps me up at night | |
And I' m sure there' s something coming | |
I' m sure it will be soon | |
That the devils of our time will slouch | |
Across a blackened room | |
So take this epitaph | |
Take anything that' s left | |
I don' t want to be here | |
Come the day | |
I did my best you know | |
I tried to swim the tide | |
But I am just as guilty in my way | |
For every beaten brow | |
For every heaving chest | |
For every shaky word on every page | |
It' s taken 30 years | |
And a little pill to learn | |
That love' s the greatest instrument of rage | |
It' s taken 30 years | |
And a little pill to learn | |
That love' s the greatest instrument of rage | |
Uhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
Uhuhuhu woho woho. |