The Disappointed

歌曲 The Disappointed
歌手 XTC
专辑 Fossil Fuel: The XTC Singles Collection 1977 - 1992

歌词

作词 : Partridge
The disappointed
All shuffle 'round in circles
Their placards look the same
With a picture and a name
Of the ones who broke their hearts
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that
I've become the spokesman of
The disappointed
Will bear me on their shoulders
To a secret shadow land
Where a sombre marching band
Plays a tune for broken hearts
And day grows darker now
Everywhere, everywhere
The disappointed
Are coming in their millions
They're spilling from the bus
At a monument to us
Made of bits of broken heart
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that
I've become the spokesman of
The disappointed
Are growing every second
They blot the sun to black
At the bottom of the pack
I'm the king of broken hearts
The disappointed
The disappointed
The disappointed...

拼音

zuò cí : Partridge
The disappointed
All shuffle ' round in circles
Their placards look the same
With a picture and a name
Of the ones who broke their hearts
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that
I' ve become the spokesman of
The disappointed
Will bear me on their shoulders
To a secret shadow land
Where a sombre marching band
Plays a tune for broken hearts
And day grows darker now
Everywhere, everywhere
The disappointed
Are coming in their millions
They' re spilling from the bus
At a monument to us
Made of bits of broken heart
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that
I' ve become the spokesman of
The disappointed
Are growing every second
They blot the sun to black
At the bottom of the pack
I' m the king of broken hearts
The disappointed
The disappointed
The disappointed...