Middle-Class Heroes 歌词
| 歌曲 | Middle-Class Heroes |
| 歌手 | The Divine Comedy |
| 专辑 | Casanova |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hannon | |
| "hello... | |
| What have we here? | |
| A young lady! | |
| To what do i owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one? | |
| How may i be of service this dark and wintry night? | |
| Ah, i see. you wish me to look into the future... your future. | |
| After gcses, a-levels, university... | |
| After your first badly paid job in advertising... | |
| Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic, | |
| And i'll see what i can do... | |
| Wait! | |
| The fog is lifting!" | |
| I see oriental paper globes | |
| Hanging like decomposing cocoons | |
| While exotic candles overload | |
| The dusty air with their stale perfume | |
| And i see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice | |
| In jars on the windowsill | |
| And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice | |
| Running behind the lines of allergy pills | |
| All these things will come to pass | |
| When heroes of the middle class | |
| Face up to their responsibilities | |
| I see an indian fertility god | |
| He's got thirty seven limbs to spare | |
| And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths | |
| That double up as evening wear | |
| And i see naked bodies twist and turn | |
| On the futon of dreams fulfilled | |
| But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned | |
| He'd rather swallow all those allergy pills | |
| I see unspeakable vulgarity | |
| Institutionalised mediocrity | |
| Infinite tragedy | |
| Rise up little souls◇join the doomed army | |
| Fight the good fight◇wage the unwinnable war: | |
| Elegance against ignorance! | |
| Difference against indifference! | |
| Wit against shit! | |
| My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below | |
| Words said without feeling never to heaven go... | |
| All these things will come to pass | |
| When heroes of the middle class | |
| Face up, repent, and pay the price | |
| For accidentally creating life | |
| An oversight for which they must atone | |
| And sacrifice their own |
| zuo ci : Hannon | |
| " hello... | |
| What have we here? | |
| A young lady! | |
| To what do i owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one? | |
| How may i be of service this dark and wintry night? | |
| Ah, i see. you wish me to look into the future... your future. | |
| After gcses, alevels, university... | |
| After your first badly paid job in advertising... | |
| Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic, | |
| And i' ll see what i can do... | |
| Wait! | |
| The fog is lifting!" | |
| I see oriental paper globes | |
| Hanging like decomposing cocoons | |
| While exotic candles overload | |
| The dusty air with their stale perfume | |
| And i see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice | |
| In jars on the windowsill | |
| And it ain' t hardly enough to feed the mice | |
| Running behind the lines of allergy pills | |
| All these things will come to pass | |
| When heroes of the middle class | |
| Face up to their responsibilities | |
| I see an indian fertility god | |
| He' s got thirty seven limbs to spare | |
| And tasteless tiedyed tablecloths | |
| That double up as evening wear | |
| And i see naked bodies twist and turn | |
| On the futon of dreams fulfilled | |
| But their threeyearold kid seems unconcerned | |
| He' d rather swallow all those allergy pills | |
| I see unspeakable vulgarity | |
| Institutionalised mediocrity | |
| Infinite tragedy | |
| Rise up little souls join the doomed army | |
| Fight the good fight wage the unwinnable war: | |
| Elegance against ignorance! | |
| Difference against indifference! | |
| Wit against shit! | |
| My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below | |
| Words said without feeling never to heaven go... | |
| All these things will come to pass | |
| When heroes of the middle class | |
| Face up, repent, and pay the price | |
| For accidentally creating life | |
| An oversight for which they must atone | |
| And sacrifice their own |
| zuò cí : Hannon | |
| " hello... | |
| What have we here? | |
| A young lady! | |
| To what do i owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one? | |
| How may i be of service this dark and wintry night? | |
| Ah, i see. you wish me to look into the future... your future. | |
| After gcses, alevels, university... | |
| After your first badly paid job in advertising... | |
| Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic, | |
| And i' ll see what i can do... | |
| Wait! | |
| The fog is lifting!" | |
| I see oriental paper globes | |
| Hanging like decomposing cocoons | |
| While exotic candles overload | |
| The dusty air with their stale perfume | |
| And i see lentils, beans, seaweed and rice | |
| In jars on the windowsill | |
| And it ain' t hardly enough to feed the mice | |
| Running behind the lines of allergy pills | |
| All these things will come to pass | |
| When heroes of the middle class | |
| Face up to their responsibilities | |
| I see an indian fertility god | |
| He' s got thirty seven limbs to spare | |
| And tasteless tiedyed tablecloths | |
| That double up as evening wear | |
| And i see naked bodies twist and turn | |
| On the futon of dreams fulfilled | |
| But their threeyearold kid seems unconcerned | |
| He' d rather swallow all those allergy pills | |
| I see unspeakable vulgarity | |
| Institutionalised mediocrity | |
| Infinite tragedy | |
| Rise up little souls join the doomed army | |
| Fight the good fight wage the unwinnable war: | |
| Elegance against ignorance! | |
| Difference against indifference! | |
| Wit against shit! | |
| My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below | |
| Words said without feeling never to heaven go... | |
| All these things will come to pass | |
| When heroes of the middle class | |
| Face up, repent, and pay the price | |
| For accidentally creating life | |
| An oversight for which they must atone | |
| And sacrifice their own |
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