歌曲 | Straight From The Jacket |
歌手 | No Use for a Name |
专辑 | All The Best Songs |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sly | |
So sorry son, you're worrying your mother | |
No explanation's gonna make it seem all right | |
Young boy, listen to your father | |
It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide | |
How does it feel? | |
When you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun | |
Tell me how it feels | |
Did you see your life flash right before your eyes? | |
Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor | |
Young boy, we're gonna send you to the lions | |
THe men all dressed in white, when you became undone | |
How does it feel when | |
I might have brought you up | |
But you are not my son | |
So many times | |
I tried to bring you up, you brought me down | |
I won't consider you again, stop looking at me like you care | |
I worked my fingers to the bone | |
I'm not your father or a friend | |
You might have lived here once, but this is not your home | |
Tell me how it fees | |
You don't mean much to me, | |
I didn't plant the seed | |
I'm not your father 'cause you didn't turn out right | |
Young boy, we're gonna feed you to the fire | |
It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide | |
How does it feel? | |
How does it feel? | |
How does it feel? | |
When you're looking down a barrel of a loaded gun...------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
zuo ci : Sly | |
So sorry son, you' re worrying your mother | |
No explanation' s gonna make it seem all right | |
Young boy, listen to your father | |
It' s more than just your life, it' s more than suicide | |
How does it feel? | |
When you' re looking down the barrel of a loaded gun | |
Tell me how it feels | |
Did you see your life flash right before your eyes? | |
Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor | |
Young boy, we' re gonna send you to the lions | |
THe men all dressed in white, when you became undone | |
How does it feel when | |
I might have brought you up | |
But you are not my son | |
So many times | |
I tried to bring you up, you brought me down | |
I won' t consider you again, stop looking at me like you care | |
I worked my fingers to the bone | |
I' m not your father or a friend | |
You might have lived here once, but this is not your home | |
Tell me how it fees | |
You don' t mean much to me, | |
I didn' t plant the seed | |
I' m not your father ' cause you didn' t turn out right | |
Young boy, we' re gonna feed you to the fire | |
It' s more than just your life, it' s more than suicide | |
How does it feel? | |
How does it feel? | |
How does it feel? | |
When you' re looking down a barrel of a loaded gun... |
zuò cí : Sly | |
So sorry son, you' re worrying your mother | |
No explanation' s gonna make it seem all right | |
Young boy, listen to your father | |
It' s more than just your life, it' s more than suicide | |
How does it feel? | |
When you' re looking down the barrel of a loaded gun | |
Tell me how it feels | |
Did you see your life flash right before your eyes? | |
Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor | |
Young boy, we' re gonna send you to the lions | |
THe men all dressed in white, when you became undone | |
How does it feel when | |
I might have brought you up | |
But you are not my son | |
So many times | |
I tried to bring you up, you brought me down | |
I won' t consider you again, stop looking at me like you care | |
I worked my fingers to the bone | |
I' m not your father or a friend | |
You might have lived here once, but this is not your home | |
Tell me how it fees | |
You don' t mean much to me, | |
I didn' t plant the seed | |
I' m not your father ' cause you didn' t turn out right | |
Young boy, we' re gonna feed you to the fire | |
It' s more than just your life, it' s more than suicide | |
How does it feel? | |
How does it feel? | |
How does it feel? | |
When you' re looking down a barrel of a loaded gun... |