歌曲 | Nothing To Dread |
歌手 | Noisettes |
专辑 | What's The Time Mr. Wolf |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Morrison, Shoniwa, Smith | |
Don't be scared no, no | |
We ain't prepared no, no | |
Dreamt of ventures and | |
Woke up to the sound of the trenches you dig in my mind | |
Ah, you've got a lot to learn | |
What's a kingdom | |
To the man who has sold off his soul just to claim it | |
Sirens, harletts, bohemians | |
Coloured haze of the street horizon | |
Ah, you've got a lot to learn | |
Oh, he's got some time to burn | |
Don't you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don't you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don't you know you got nothing dread though you know you got a coffin to drag | |
A hit and run is just no fun | |
Lock up your fine sons my dear | |
The grave of love | |
We'd cuddle up | |
Drink summer beer | |
And then smoke tea | |
She's like the devil to the moon she's howling, laughing, joking like a kingsnake crawling | |
And the herd and the masses, | |
The rings and the turkey | |
The trimmings the trappings you know you've gotta have it all | |
Don't you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don't you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don't you know you got nothing to fear every girl's got a secret to wear | |
You know you got nothing to dread everyone's got a secret to wear | |
You know you've got nothing to dread every girl's got a secret to bury | |
To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread | |
To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread |
zuo qu : Morrison, Shoniwa, Smith | |
Don' t be scared no, no | |
We ain' t prepared no, no | |
Dreamt of ventures and | |
Woke up to the sound of the trenches you dig in my mind | |
Ah, you' ve got a lot to learn | |
What' s a kingdom | |
To the man who has sold off his soul just to claim it | |
Sirens, harletts, bohemians | |
Coloured haze of the street horizon | |
Ah, you' ve got a lot to learn | |
Oh, he' s got some time to burn | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don' t you know you got nothing dread though you know you got a coffin to drag | |
A hit and run is just no fun | |
Lock up your fine sons my dear | |
The grave of love | |
We' d cuddle up | |
Drink summer beer | |
And then smoke tea | |
She' s like the devil to the moon she' s howling, laughing, joking like a kingsnake crawling | |
And the herd and the masses, | |
The rings and the turkey | |
The trimmings the trappings you know you' ve gotta have it all | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to fear every girl' s got a secret to wear | |
You know you got nothing to dread everyone' s got a secret to wear | |
You know you' ve got nothing to dread every girl' s got a secret to bury | |
To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread | |
To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread |
zuò qǔ : Morrison, Shoniwa, Smith | |
Don' t be scared no, no | |
We ain' t prepared no, no | |
Dreamt of ventures and | |
Woke up to the sound of the trenches you dig in my mind | |
Ah, you' ve got a lot to learn | |
What' s a kingdom | |
To the man who has sold off his soul just to claim it | |
Sirens, harletts, bohemians | |
Coloured haze of the street horizon | |
Ah, you' ve got a lot to learn | |
Oh, he' s got some time to burn | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don' t you know you got nothing dread though you know you got a coffin to drag | |
A hit and run is just no fun | |
Lock up your fine sons my dear | |
The grave of love | |
We' d cuddle up | |
Drink summer beer | |
And then smoke tea | |
She' s like the devil to the moon she' s howling, laughing, joking like a kingsnake crawling | |
And the herd and the masses, | |
The rings and the turkey | |
The trimmings the trappings you know you' ve gotta have it all | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to dread | |
Don' t you know you got nothing to fear every girl' s got a secret to wear | |
You know you got nothing to dread everyone' s got a secret to wear | |
You know you' ve got nothing to dread every girl' s got a secret to bury | |
To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread | |
To dread, to dread, to dread, to dread |