歌曲 | Dear Employer (The Reason I Quit) |
歌手 | The Minus 5 |
专辑 | Down With Wilco |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McCaughey | |
Dear employer, I'd like to tell you | |
That it's been wonderful these last few years | |
But now you know I've got a new shoe | |
And I'll be wearing it so far from here | |
Dear employer, your escalators | |
Are very dangerous on the way down | |
They rip the skin and they pull you in | |
Spit out the bony bits and coffee grounds | |
Dear employer, I heard a story | |
When you were just knee-high, higher than I | |
You built the wings, the propeller, too | |
With balsa wood and glue, you made it fly | |
Dear employer, you commanded me | |
Your commendations now don't mean as much | |
'Cause I'm a lost cause causing a problem | |
But I promise to be way out of touch | |
Dear employer, when you hear the news | |
Please save the saintly words for saintly souls | |
I'll be long gone, long gone and rotten | |
Long gone and ulcerous, nothing untold | |
That's the reason that I quit |
zuo qu : McCaughey | |
Dear employer, I' d like to tell you | |
That it' s been wonderful these last few years | |
But now you know I' ve got a new shoe | |
And I' ll be wearing it so far from here | |
Dear employer, your escalators | |
Are very dangerous on the way down | |
They rip the skin and they pull you in | |
Spit out the bony bits and coffee grounds | |
Dear employer, I heard a story | |
When you were just kneehigh, higher than I | |
You built the wings, the propeller, too | |
With balsa wood and glue, you made it fly | |
Dear employer, you commanded me | |
Your commendations now don' t mean as much | |
' Cause I' m a lost cause causing a problem | |
But I promise to be way out of touch | |
Dear employer, when you hear the news | |
Please save the saintly words for saintly souls | |
I' ll be long gone, long gone and rotten | |
Long gone and ulcerous, nothing untold | |
That' s the reason that I quit |
zuò qǔ : McCaughey | |
Dear employer, I' d like to tell you | |
That it' s been wonderful these last few years | |
But now you know I' ve got a new shoe | |
And I' ll be wearing it so far from here | |
Dear employer, your escalators | |
Are very dangerous on the way down | |
They rip the skin and they pull you in | |
Spit out the bony bits and coffee grounds | |
Dear employer, I heard a story | |
When you were just kneehigh, higher than I | |
You built the wings, the propeller, too | |
With balsa wood and glue, you made it fly | |
Dear employer, you commanded me | |
Your commendations now don' t mean as much | |
' Cause I' m a lost cause causing a problem | |
But I promise to be way out of touch | |
Dear employer, when you hear the news | |
Please save the saintly words for saintly souls | |
I' ll be long gone, long gone and rotten | |
Long gone and ulcerous, nothing untold | |
That' s the reason that I quit |