歌曲 | The Ballad Of The Thoughtful Rover |
歌手 | The Tossers |
专辑 | Purgatory |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Duggins, Tossers | |
Well although | |
I've labored most of my days | |
I truly enjoy the work | |
But not too much | |
I really must say | |
On my roving | |
I won't shirk | |
Well everyone has fear and pain | |
And a lot of folks fear the dole | |
Work'll scramble your mind | |
It'll scramble your brain | |
But also will the dole | |
Well everyone has fear and pain | |
And most folks fear the dole | |
But I'd rather be lying at home beside | |
The true love that | |
I know And the friends | |
I love the most | |
Oh the memory of the open road | |
And the first mountain you saw | |
As your small eyes stood looking down | |
Did you ever fear the dole? | |
Oh in agony | |
I'd pray for my workday to end | |
And I'd find myself relieved each day and month and year | |
And soon enough | |
I know I'll find myself that day | |
Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here | |
Well if we're loved then they'll let us come home | |
Or in time they may let us go | |
And we need no extreme paradigm | |
Contented in our minds | |
For contentment's just inside | |
So as we roll on throughout time | |
I will wonder what's on your mind | |
For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry | |
But so will the dole in time | |
But so will being broke in time |
zuo qu : Duggins, Tossers | |
Well although | |
I' ve labored most of my days | |
I truly enjoy the work | |
But not too much | |
I really must say | |
On my roving | |
I won' t shirk | |
Well everyone has fear and pain | |
And a lot of folks fear the dole | |
Work' ll scramble your mind | |
It' ll scramble your brain | |
But also will the dole | |
Well everyone has fear and pain | |
And most folks fear the dole | |
But I' d rather be lying at home beside | |
The true love that | |
I know And the friends | |
I love the most | |
Oh the memory of the open road | |
And the first mountain you saw | |
As your small eyes stood looking down | |
Did you ever fear the dole? | |
Oh in agony | |
I' d pray for my workday to end | |
And I' d find myself relieved each day and month and year | |
And soon enough | |
I know I' ll find myself that day | |
Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here | |
Well if we' re loved then they' ll let us come home | |
Or in time they may let us go | |
And we need no extreme paradigm | |
Contented in our minds | |
For contentment' s just inside | |
So as we roll on throughout time | |
I will wonder what' s on your mind | |
For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry | |
But so will the dole in time | |
But so will being broke in time |
zuò qǔ : Duggins, Tossers | |
Well although | |
I' ve labored most of my days | |
I truly enjoy the work | |
But not too much | |
I really must say | |
On my roving | |
I won' t shirk | |
Well everyone has fear and pain | |
And a lot of folks fear the dole | |
Work' ll scramble your mind | |
It' ll scramble your brain | |
But also will the dole | |
Well everyone has fear and pain | |
And most folks fear the dole | |
But I' d rather be lying at home beside | |
The true love that | |
I know And the friends | |
I love the most | |
Oh the memory of the open road | |
And the first mountain you saw | |
As your small eyes stood looking down | |
Did you ever fear the dole? | |
Oh in agony | |
I' d pray for my workday to end | |
And I' d find myself relieved each day and month and year | |
And soon enough | |
I know I' ll find myself that day | |
Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here | |
Well if we' re loved then they' ll let us come home | |
Or in time they may let us go | |
And we need no extreme paradigm | |
Contented in our minds | |
For contentment' s just inside | |
So as we roll on throughout time | |
I will wonder what' s on your mind | |
For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry | |
But so will the dole in time | |
But so will being broke in time |