歌曲 | Home Is Where the Hatred Is |
歌手 | Bossa Nostra |
专辑 | Acid Jazz & Soul (100 Jazzy Tracks with a Touch of Soul for the Summer) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : G. Scott Heron | |
"A junkie walking through the twilight | |
I'm on my way home | |
I left three days ago, but noone seems to know I'm gone | |
Home is where the hatred is | |
Home is filled with pain and it, | |
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went | |
Home again | |
Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why | |
Hang on to your rosary beads | |
Close your eyes to watch me die | |
You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it | |
God, but did you ever try | |
To turn your sick soul inside out | |
So that the world, so that the world | |
Can watch you die | |
Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams | |
Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my | |
Silent screams | |
Home is where the needle marks | |
Try to heal my broken heart | |
And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I | |
Never went home again | |
Home again | |
Home again | |
Home again | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, can't go home again | |
" |
zuo qu : G. Scott Heron | |
" A junkie walking through the twilight | |
I' m on my way home | |
I left three days ago, but noone seems to know I' m gone | |
Home is where the hatred is | |
Home is filled with pain and it, | |
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went | |
Home again | |
Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why | |
Hang on to your rosary beads | |
Close your eyes to watch me die | |
You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it | |
God, but did you ever try | |
To turn your sick soul inside out | |
So that the world, so that the world | |
Can watch you die | |
Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams | |
Home was once an empty vacuum that' s filled now with my | |
Silent screams | |
Home is where the needle marks | |
Try to heal my broken heart | |
And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I | |
Never went home again | |
Home again | |
Home again | |
Home again | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, can' t go home again | |
" |
zuò qǔ : G. Scott Heron | |
" A junkie walking through the twilight | |
I' m on my way home | |
I left three days ago, but noone seems to know I' m gone | |
Home is where the hatred is | |
Home is filled with pain and it, | |
Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went | |
Home again | |
Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why | |
Hang on to your rosary beads | |
Close your eyes to watch me die | |
You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it | |
God, but did you ever try | |
To turn your sick soul inside out | |
So that the world, so that the world | |
Can watch you die | |
Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams | |
Home was once an empty vacuum that' s filled now with my | |
Silent screams | |
Home is where the needle marks | |
Try to heal my broken heart | |
And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I | |
Never went home again | |
Home again | |
Home again | |
Home again | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, quit it | |
Kick it, can' t go home again | |
" |