歌曲 | Lil' Cals Big Mistake |
歌手 | The Knack |
专辑 | Round Trip |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Berton Averre/Doug Fieger | |
i still remember the whole affair | |
but i don't go for nothing like that | |
after it's over what gets you there | |
do you still hang around with that cat | |
who told you lies | |
fogged up those innocent eyes | |
blessed you with death in disguise | |
guess you were bloodied but | |
that's how you live | |
now it's your turn to give | |
no i do not believe that you really care | |
you got no place for wearing your hat | |
over by dewey you met the man | |
and he blew you away in a flash | |
seems someone set you up and when he ran | |
you were left holding onto the stash | |
you bought the farm | |
dead with your head on your arm | |
i knew he'd do you some harm | |
why did you try to be | |
like all the thieves | |
that you see on tv | |
you were bound and determined to make your stand | |
but you couldn't come up with the cash | |
fagenson looked out of his window | |
and he could not believe what he saw | |
calvin thinking he was bobby fuller | |
squealing and swinging | |
don swore he was singing | |
a verse or two of i fought the law | |
yours was the hungriest mouth to feed | |
but it just wasn't meant to be fed | |
six shots of shelter is what you need | |
but you got seven ounces of lead | |
it's not so nice | |
after they put you on ice | |
i see no virtue in vice | |
this time you blew it | |
but next time around | |
when you breeze into town | |
just remember they're watching so keep your hands | |
both securely on top of your head |
zuo qu : Berton Averre Doug Fieger | |
i still remember the whole affair | |
but i don' t go for nothing like that | |
after it' s over what gets you there | |
do you still hang around with that cat | |
who told you lies | |
fogged up those innocent eyes | |
blessed you with death in disguise | |
guess you were bloodied but | |
that' s how you live | |
now it' s your turn to give | |
no i do not believe that you really care | |
you got no place for wearing your hat | |
over by dewey you met the man | |
and he blew you away in a flash | |
seems someone set you up and when he ran | |
you were left holding onto the stash | |
you bought the farm | |
dead with your head on your arm | |
i knew he' d do you some harm | |
why did you try to be | |
like all the thieves | |
that you see on tv | |
you were bound and determined to make your stand | |
but you couldn' t come up with the cash | |
fagenson looked out of his window | |
and he could not believe what he saw | |
calvin thinking he was bobby fuller | |
squealing and swinging | |
don swore he was singing | |
a verse or two of i fought the law | |
yours was the hungriest mouth to feed | |
but it just wasn' t meant to be fed | |
six shots of shelter is what you need | |
but you got seven ounces of lead | |
it' s not so nice | |
after they put you on ice | |
i see no virtue in vice | |
this time you blew it | |
but next time around | |
when you breeze into town | |
just remember they' re watching so keep your hands | |
both securely on top of your head |
zuò qǔ : Berton Averre Doug Fieger | |
i still remember the whole affair | |
but i don' t go for nothing like that | |
after it' s over what gets you there | |
do you still hang around with that cat | |
who told you lies | |
fogged up those innocent eyes | |
blessed you with death in disguise | |
guess you were bloodied but | |
that' s how you live | |
now it' s your turn to give | |
no i do not believe that you really care | |
you got no place for wearing your hat | |
over by dewey you met the man | |
and he blew you away in a flash | |
seems someone set you up and when he ran | |
you were left holding onto the stash | |
you bought the farm | |
dead with your head on your arm | |
i knew he' d do you some harm | |
why did you try to be | |
like all the thieves | |
that you see on tv | |
you were bound and determined to make your stand | |
but you couldn' t come up with the cash | |
fagenson looked out of his window | |
and he could not believe what he saw | |
calvin thinking he was bobby fuller | |
squealing and swinging | |
don swore he was singing | |
a verse or two of i fought the law | |
yours was the hungriest mouth to feed | |
but it just wasn' t meant to be fed | |
six shots of shelter is what you need | |
but you got seven ounces of lead | |
it' s not so nice | |
after they put you on ice | |
i see no virtue in vice | |
this time you blew it | |
but next time around | |
when you breeze into town | |
just remember they' re watching so keep your hands | |
both securely on top of your head |