歌曲 | Down In The Ground Where The Deadmen Go |
歌手 | The Pogues |
专辑 | Original Album Series |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacGowan | |
Hello boys I've been away | |
On a bit of a holiday | |
To the land where the rivers freely flow | |
And the cattle roam on the wild callagh | |
Walking home three parts pissed | |
I fell and rolled in the morning mist | |
I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass | |
That tells the tale of a terrible past | |
I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell | |
Down in the depths of a freezing hell | |
With a man coming up with the bugs inside | |
Bouncing tooth in a skull that died | |
We laughed to old times and the bad old days | |
Gonna wrap me up and takin' me away | |
Four million people starved to death | |
Could smell the curse on their dying breath | |
Where no one ever wants to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
To Hell which is circular all around | |
Down in the belly of the big cold ground | |
The moving shadows were everywhere | |
The very trees seemed to bend and stare | |
I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore | |
Ran and screamed 'til I could run no more | |
Over the hill and across the moor | |
I ran in the house and slammed the door | |
Just what the hell's that over there | |
A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair | |
One place I don't want to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Been drunk as a skunk since I've been home | |
From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed | |
I can't forget those things I saw | |
Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road | |
One place I don't want to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go |
zuo ci : MacGowan | |
Hello boys I' ve been away | |
On a bit of a holiday | |
To the land where the rivers freely flow | |
And the cattle roam on the wild callagh | |
Walking home three parts pissed | |
I fell and rolled in the morning mist | |
I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass | |
That tells the tale of a terrible past | |
I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell | |
Down in the depths of a freezing hell | |
With a man coming up with the bugs inside | |
Bouncing tooth in a skull that died | |
We laughed to old times and the bad old days | |
Gonna wrap me up and takin' me away | |
Four million people starved to death | |
Could smell the curse on their dying breath | |
Where no one ever wants to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
To Hell which is circular all around | |
Down in the belly of the big cold ground | |
The moving shadows were everywhere | |
The very trees seemed to bend and stare | |
I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore | |
Ran and screamed ' til I could run no more | |
Over the hill and across the moor | |
I ran in the house and slammed the door | |
Just what the hell' s that over there | |
A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair | |
One place I don' t want to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Been drunk as a skunk since I' ve been home | |
From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed | |
I can' t forget those things I saw | |
Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road | |
One place I don' t want to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go |
zuò cí : MacGowan | |
Hello boys I' ve been away | |
On a bit of a holiday | |
To the land where the rivers freely flow | |
And the cattle roam on the wild callagh | |
Walking home three parts pissed | |
I fell and rolled in the morning mist | |
I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass | |
That tells the tale of a terrible past | |
I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell | |
Down in the depths of a freezing hell | |
With a man coming up with the bugs inside | |
Bouncing tooth in a skull that died | |
We laughed to old times and the bad old days | |
Gonna wrap me up and takin' me away | |
Four million people starved to death | |
Could smell the curse on their dying breath | |
Where no one ever wants to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
To Hell which is circular all around | |
Down in the belly of the big cold ground | |
The moving shadows were everywhere | |
The very trees seemed to bend and stare | |
I remembered the dunes on a Sligo shore | |
Ran and screamed ' til I could run no more | |
Over the hill and across the moor | |
I ran in the house and slammed the door | |
Just what the hell' s that over there | |
A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair | |
One place I don' t want to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Been drunk as a skunk since I' ve been home | |
From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed | |
I can' t forget those things I saw | |
Been down with the devil in the Dalling Road | |
One place I don' t want to go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go | |
Down in the ground where the dead men go |