歌曲 | Paid To Get Drunk |
歌手 | Ed Harcourt |
专辑 | Elephant's Graveyard |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
At the bottom of an empty glass | |
See myself going nowhere fast | |
And the barman tells me it's time to leave | |
But I haven't got time to care | |
If I have so much love to give | |
Where is that will to live? | |
Maybe you old friend will show me how | |
Come here pull up a chair | |
I get paid, paid to get drunk | |
Spend my money on any old junk | |
And every morning kills my soul | |
At the end, the end of each day | |
Every drink is directed my way | |
Well every morning kills my soul | |
Sports plays on the corner screen | |
This feels like a movie scene | |
And I'm long past done with clichés and all | |
My eyes are much to blurred | |
This is how I live my life | |
Escaping worries, eternal strife | |
And I'll try to talk to anyone | |
But my speech is much too slurred | |
I get paid, paid to get drunk | |
Spend my money on any old junk | |
And every morning kills my soul | |
At the end, the end of each day | |
Every drink is directed my way | |
Well every morning kills my soul | |
Oh ah oh | |
Oh ah | |
Oh oh oh | |
Ah ah ah | |
At the bottom of an empty glass | |
See myself going nowhere fast | |
And the barman tells me it's time to leave | |
But I haven't got time to care |
At the bottom of an empty glass | |
See myself going nowhere fast | |
And the barman tells me it' s time to leave | |
But I haven' t got time to care | |
If I have so much love to give | |
Where is that will to live? | |
Maybe you old friend will show me how | |
Come here pull up a chair | |
I get paid, paid to get drunk | |
Spend my money on any old junk | |
And every morning kills my soul | |
At the end, the end of each day | |
Every drink is directed my way | |
Well every morning kills my soul | |
Sports plays on the corner screen | |
This feels like a movie scene | |
And I' m long past done with cliche s and all | |
My eyes are much to blurred | |
This is how I live my life | |
Escaping worries, eternal strife | |
And I' ll try to talk to anyone | |
But my speech is much too slurred | |
I get paid, paid to get drunk | |
Spend my money on any old junk | |
And every morning kills my soul | |
At the end, the end of each day | |
Every drink is directed my way | |
Well every morning kills my soul | |
Oh ah oh | |
Oh ah | |
Oh oh oh | |
Ah ah ah | |
At the bottom of an empty glass | |
See myself going nowhere fast | |
And the barman tells me it' s time to leave | |
But I haven' t got time to care |
At the bottom of an empty glass | |
See myself going nowhere fast | |
And the barman tells me it' s time to leave | |
But I haven' t got time to care | |
If I have so much love to give | |
Where is that will to live? | |
Maybe you old friend will show me how | |
Come here pull up a chair | |
I get paid, paid to get drunk | |
Spend my money on any old junk | |
And every morning kills my soul | |
At the end, the end of each day | |
Every drink is directed my way | |
Well every morning kills my soul | |
Sports plays on the corner screen | |
This feels like a movie scene | |
And I' m long past done with cliché s and all | |
My eyes are much to blurred | |
This is how I live my life | |
Escaping worries, eternal strife | |
And I' ll try to talk to anyone | |
But my speech is much too slurred | |
I get paid, paid to get drunk | |
Spend my money on any old junk | |
And every morning kills my soul | |
At the end, the end of each day | |
Every drink is directed my way | |
Well every morning kills my soul | |
Oh ah oh | |
Oh ah | |
Oh oh oh | |
Ah ah ah | |
At the bottom of an empty glass | |
See myself going nowhere fast | |
And the barman tells me it' s time to leave | |
But I haven' t got time to care |