作词 : Carlin, Lightbody | |
So you feel like you're all grown up now | |
A great big fish in a great big town | |
With the whole wide world at your fingertips | |
All slicked back and ruby lipped | |
An all-star player at the front of the line | |
Kissing lots of ass and working overtime | |
You got real good at acting your age | |
You're a bird in search of a cage | |
Ever since you were young it's been push, push, push | |
And now looking back it seems torturous | |
You say I'm the greatest thing that this worlds ever seen | |
My mommy and daddy wouldn't lie to me | |
They gave me everything that they thought I would need | |
A sack of gold and a sack of leaves | |
Hit me real good and screamed with rage | |
Now I'm a bird in search of a cage | |
A sack of gold, a sack of leaves | |
A sack of dirt for us to eat | |
Cross the road, walk the tracks | |
Open your eyes and don't look back | |
You got an 8-ball in your coat and some money in your wallet | |
A hundred dollar bill is rolled up in your pocket | |
It's a fast, fast world for a fast, fast guy | |
The king of the hill with your head in the sky | |
You sold that sack of gold a long time ago | |
And the big bag of leaves was getting old | |
Strutting around like you're on a stage | |
Dirty little bird found a dirty little cage | |
Time's gone by and you're feeling pretty old | |
All your friends stopped calling back a long time ago | |
You know there's something missing but you don't know what | |
It ain't money, ain't power, ain't a silky little slut | |
You?re a time bomb, time bomb born without a fuse | |
Credit's running out and the bills are coming due | |
Now your wings are all shriveled and you?re counting up your days | |
The door's always open but you love your filthy cage |
zuo ci : Carlin, Lightbody | |
So you feel like you' re all grown up now | |
A great big fish in a great big town | |
With the whole wide world at your fingertips | |
All slicked back and ruby lipped | |
An allstar player at the front of the line | |
Kissing lots of ass and working overtime | |
You got real good at acting your age | |
You' re a bird in search of a cage | |
Ever since you were young it' s been push, push, push | |
And now looking back it seems torturous | |
You say I' m the greatest thing that this worlds ever seen | |
My mommy and daddy wouldn' t lie to me | |
They gave me everything that they thought I would need | |
A sack of gold and a sack of leaves | |
Hit me real good and screamed with rage | |
Now I' m a bird in search of a cage | |
A sack of gold, a sack of leaves | |
A sack of dirt for us to eat | |
Cross the road, walk the tracks | |
Open your eyes and don' t look back | |
You got an 8ball in your coat and some money in your wallet | |
A hundred dollar bill is rolled up in your pocket | |
It' s a fast, fast world for a fast, fast guy | |
The king of the hill with your head in the sky | |
You sold that sack of gold a long time ago | |
And the big bag of leaves was getting old | |
Strutting around like you' re on a stage | |
Dirty little bird found a dirty little cage | |
Time' s gone by and you' re feeling pretty old | |
All your friends stopped calling back a long time ago | |
You know there' s something missing but you don' t know what | |
It ain' t money, ain' t power, ain' t a silky little slut | |
You? re a time bomb, time bomb born without a fuse | |
Credit' s running out and the bills are coming due | |
Now your wings are all shriveled and you? re counting up your days | |
The door' s always open but you love your filthy cage |
zuò cí : Carlin, Lightbody | |
So you feel like you' re all grown up now | |
A great big fish in a great big town | |
With the whole wide world at your fingertips | |
All slicked back and ruby lipped | |
An allstar player at the front of the line | |
Kissing lots of ass and working overtime | |
You got real good at acting your age | |
You' re a bird in search of a cage | |
Ever since you were young it' s been push, push, push | |
And now looking back it seems torturous | |
You say I' m the greatest thing that this worlds ever seen | |
My mommy and daddy wouldn' t lie to me | |
They gave me everything that they thought I would need | |
A sack of gold and a sack of leaves | |
Hit me real good and screamed with rage | |
Now I' m a bird in search of a cage | |
A sack of gold, a sack of leaves | |
A sack of dirt for us to eat | |
Cross the road, walk the tracks | |
Open your eyes and don' t look back | |
You got an 8ball in your coat and some money in your wallet | |
A hundred dollar bill is rolled up in your pocket | |
It' s a fast, fast world for a fast, fast guy | |
The king of the hill with your head in the sky | |
You sold that sack of gold a long time ago | |
And the big bag of leaves was getting old | |
Strutting around like you' re on a stage | |
Dirty little bird found a dirty little cage | |
Time' s gone by and you' re feeling pretty old | |
All your friends stopped calling back a long time ago | |
You know there' s something missing but you don' t know what | |
It ain' t money, ain' t power, ain' t a silky little slut | |
You? re a time bomb, time bomb born without a fuse | |
Credit' s running out and the bills are coming due | |
Now your wings are all shriveled and you? re counting up your days | |
The door' s always open but you love your filthy cage |