歌曲 | miss meri |
歌手 | Two Gallants |
专辑 | Two Gallants |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
I went down an empty lane, searching for a song | |
Came back an empty man, my whiskers they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long | |
Yes I am your native son despite my queer disguise | |
But I keep all I can call my own in the bags beneath my eyes | |
Underneath my eyes | |
Oh Miss Meri, don't despair | |
We got ways to numb your pain | |
Same old story; blood, sweat, glory | |
Just hope all your trials weren't in vain | |
To all my so-called countrymen who bless this stolen ground | |
Is Jesus gonna pick you up when your hunger weighs you down | |
When it weighs you down | |
Mama come and save me nothing's sacred anymore | |
What good was living for? | |
I been wondering just who misplaced my soul | |
There's pockets in my holes | |
And way out on the open plain, men pave beneath the sun | |
The great suburban dawn, if you build it they will come | |
They will come, they will come | |
Oh Miss Meri, don't despair | |
We got ways to numb your pain | |
Same old story; blood, sweat, glory | |
I just hope all your trials weren't in vain | |
I went down an empty lane, searching for a song | |
Came back an empty man, my whiskers they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long |
zuo qu : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
I went down an empty lane, searching for a song | |
Came back an empty man, my whiskers they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long | |
Yes I am your native son despite my queer disguise | |
But I keep all I can call my own in the bags beneath my eyes | |
Underneath my eyes | |
Oh Miss Meri, don' t despair | |
We got ways to numb your pain | |
Same old story blood, sweat, glory | |
Just hope all your trials weren' t in vain | |
To all my socalled countrymen who bless this stolen ground | |
Is Jesus gonna pick you up when your hunger weighs you down | |
When it weighs you down | |
Mama come and save me nothing' s sacred anymore | |
What good was living for? | |
I been wondering just who misplaced my soul | |
There' s pockets in my holes | |
And way out on the open plain, men pave beneath the sun | |
The great suburban dawn, if you build it they will come | |
They will come, they will come | |
Oh Miss Meri, don' t despair | |
We got ways to numb your pain | |
Same old story blood, sweat, glory | |
I just hope all your trials weren' t in vain | |
I went down an empty lane, searching for a song | |
Came back an empty man, my whiskers they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long |
zuò qǔ : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
I went down an empty lane, searching for a song | |
Came back an empty man, my whiskers they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long | |
Yes I am your native son despite my queer disguise | |
But I keep all I can call my own in the bags beneath my eyes | |
Underneath my eyes | |
Oh Miss Meri, don' t despair | |
We got ways to numb your pain | |
Same old story blood, sweat, glory | |
Just hope all your trials weren' t in vain | |
To all my socalled countrymen who bless this stolen ground | |
Is Jesus gonna pick you up when your hunger weighs you down | |
When it weighs you down | |
Mama come and save me nothing' s sacred anymore | |
What good was living for? | |
I been wondering just who misplaced my soul | |
There' s pockets in my holes | |
And way out on the open plain, men pave beneath the sun | |
The great suburban dawn, if you build it they will come | |
They will come, they will come | |
Oh Miss Meri, don' t despair | |
We got ways to numb your pain | |
Same old story blood, sweat, glory | |
I just hope all your trials weren' t in vain | |
I went down an empty lane, searching for a song | |
Came back an empty man, my whiskers they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long | |
Lord, they hung long |