作曲 : Naomi | |
There's no entry to your country | |
There's no entry to your country | |
It's all yours, go collect | |
All confidence, all self-respect | |
You never sleep, I never dream | |
All joy is just amphetamine | |
There's no entry to your country | |
There's no entry to your country | |
You've been bad, you've been good | |
You've been pure Hollywood | |
So clench that fist and grit those teeth | |
All that anger underneath | |
There's no entry to your country | |
There's no entry to your country | |
Oh what a loss, oh what a waste | |
What a dreadful aftertaste | |
You kept out pain and misery | |
But most of all you kept out me | |
There's no entry to your country | |
There's no entry to your country |
zuo qu : Naomi | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
It' s all yours, go collect | |
All confidence, all selfrespect | |
You never sleep, I never dream | |
All joy is just amphetamine | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
You' ve been bad, you' ve been good | |
You' ve been pure Hollywood | |
So clench that fist and grit those teeth | |
All that anger underneath | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
Oh what a loss, oh what a waste | |
What a dreadful aftertaste | |
You kept out pain and misery | |
But most of all you kept out me | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
There' s no entry to your country |
zuò qǔ : Naomi | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
It' s all yours, go collect | |
All confidence, all selfrespect | |
You never sleep, I never dream | |
All joy is just amphetamine | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
You' ve been bad, you' ve been good | |
You' ve been pure Hollywood | |
So clench that fist and grit those teeth | |
All that anger underneath | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
Oh what a loss, oh what a waste | |
What a dreadful aftertaste | |
You kept out pain and misery | |
But most of all you kept out me | |
There' s no entry to your country | |
There' s no entry to your country |