Smart Flesh 歌词

歌曲	Smart Flesh
歌手	The Low Anthem
歌手	Ben Knox Miller
歌手	YoungStar
歌手	Jocie Adams
歌手	YoungStar
专辑	Smart Flesh
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	See the high-wire man, there before the sun
	He goes home at night, where he beats on his son
	The playwright in the attic, in his skylight of sun
	Has a cigarette on his lip
	And the sun beats down, on the smart smart flesh
	It comes down from high, on its heavenly stead
	Suggesting redemption, will be easily possessed
	For less than a pound of flesh
	And it’s terribly important, to every man of estate
	To settle the score, write the record straight
	So he may free his slaves, where on the deathbed he lays
	Such sweet and knowing flesh
	Knowing in the end, you’ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Among the mannequin men, all dressed and adorned
	My manic depressive true love she leaves me forlorn
	The rooster crows, at daybreak the pawn
	Has a cigarette on his lip
	Saying, “Pretty girls go and take your time
	For Lord only knows how you have taken mine
	I’ve chased them clear through the ends of time
	To hold the smart smart flesh”
	Knowing in the end, you’ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Now the hateful playwright, each time that he dies
	Must visit the judge in a new disguise
	Saying, “Judge in your robes, oh judge so wise
	There’s something on your lip”
	And the man of estate, each time he dies
	Must clear the black pages that tarnish the mind
	In a bible and a bath, of formaldehyde
	He soaks the smart smart flesh
	Saying in the end, you’ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Now the unknowing tumor, is fixing its home
	In the damp bed of the catacomb
	As the raging war, on the high wire unfolds
	She buries her teeth in the flesh
	Now the world’s a machine, do you know that it’s true?
	For the soul hovers idly just outside the room
	It loves itself wildly, but what can it do
	A cigarette on its lip

	See the highwire man, there before the sun
	He goes home at night, where he beats on his son
	The playwright in the attic, in his skylight of sun
	Has a cigarette on his lip
	And the sun beats down, on the smart smart flesh
	It comes down from high, on its heavenly stead
	Suggesting redemption, will be easily possessed
	For less than a pound of flesh
	And it' s terribly important, to every man of estate
	To settle the score, write the record straight
	So he may free his slaves, where on the deathbed he lays
	Such sweet and knowing flesh
	Knowing in the end, you' ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Among the mannequin men, all dressed and adorned
	My manic depressive true love she leaves me forlorn
	The rooster crows, at daybreak the pawn
	Has a cigarette on his lip
	Saying, " Pretty girls go and take your time
	For Lord only knows how you have taken mine
	I' ve chased them clear through the ends of time
	To hold the smart smart flesh"
	Knowing in the end, you' ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Now the hateful playwright, each time that he dies
	Must visit the judge in a new disguise
	Saying, " Judge in your robes, oh judge so wise
	There' s something on your lip"
	And the man of estate, each time he dies
	Must clear the black pages that tarnish the mind
	In a bible and a bath, of formaldehyde
	He soaks the smart smart flesh
	Saying in the end, you' ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Now the unknowing tumor, is fixing its home
	In the damp bed of the catacomb
	As the raging war, on the high wire unfolds
	She buries her teeth in the flesh
	Now the world' s a machine, do you know that it' s true?
	For the soul hovers idly just outside the room
	It loves itself wildly, but what can it do
	A cigarette on its lip

	See the highwire man, there before the sun
	He goes home at night, where he beats on his son
	The playwright in the attic, in his skylight of sun
	Has a cigarette on his lip
	And the sun beats down, on the smart smart flesh
	It comes down from high, on its heavenly stead
	Suggesting redemption, will be easily possessed
	For less than a pound of flesh
	And it' s terribly important, to every man of estate
	To settle the score, write the record straight
	So he may free his slaves, where on the deathbed he lays
	Such sweet and knowing flesh
	Knowing in the end, you' ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Among the mannequin men, all dressed and adorned
	My manic depressive true love she leaves me forlorn
	The rooster crows, at daybreak the pawn
	Has a cigarette on his lip
	Saying, " Pretty girls go and take your time
	For Lord only knows how you have taken mine
	I' ve chased them clear through the ends of time
	To hold the smart smart flesh"
	Knowing in the end, you' ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Now the hateful playwright, each time that he dies
	Must visit the judge in a new disguise
	Saying, " Judge in your robes, oh judge so wise
	There' s something on your lip"
	And the man of estate, each time he dies
	Must clear the black pages that tarnish the mind
	In a bible and a bath, of formaldehyde
	He soaks the smart smart flesh
	Saying in the end, you' ll be alone
	For lonely death does creep
	So hire yourself, a chimney maid
	And smoke yourself to sleep
	Now the unknowing tumor, is fixing its home
	In the damp bed of the catacomb
	As the raging war, on the high wire unfolds
	She buries her teeth in the flesh
	Now the world' s a machine, do you know that it' s true?
	For the soul hovers idly just outside the room
	It loves itself wildly, but what can it do
	A cigarette on its lip

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