歌曲 | Delivering Idiots |
歌手 | Stabilo |
专辑 | Happiness & Disaster |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dryfhout | |
I'm grateful for these things | |
These things are grateful for me but | |
These gifts are plagues | |
These plagues are candy coated | |
I only hope it brings | |
A smile and all the other | |
Little useless things | |
But these hands are tied to an arm | |
And to an eye that won't abide | |
I'm not doing that well today | |
And self control was never my forte | |
So I call a friend | |
Jesus with a pager and | |
Mercedes Benz | |
Cuz there's a limit to ourselves | |
And all the games we play | |
It's metaphor we use to define our day | |
It's only rhythm | |
It's only sound | |
But we're not accustomed to the tempo | |
And we find it too loud | |
And all the time… | |
You look like a star | |
And I talk like a fool | |
I'm delivering idiots and photographs | |
It makes me look cool | |
I'm doing much better today | |
It's just harder to focus | |
On the things that | |
I hate I'm not too worried cuz | |
I know I'll get my vision back | |
Then at least | |
I'll have a weapon | |
To defend these attacks | |
If I could only find a filter | |
For these tricks | |
Then I could bury the riddles deep | |
Deep in the mix | |
It's not the lines | |
It's more the tones | |
More often it's the volume | |
That can make it hit home | |
It's not the songs | |
That determine if the record sells | |
It's the faces in the videos that we know so well | |
It's the push from the whores | |
In leather chairs | |
They package our emotions | |
And they market our fears | |
And the rise to the top is a fall from below | |
I've never been one to see writing on walls | |
Still you call me crazy | |
Don't walk on in don't expect me to listen | |
Don't you try to save me | |
Because I'm too suspicious of long | |
Explanations that | |
Make you feel like | |
You've really reached me | |
I'm changing my ways | |
I believe | |
Don't talk about | |
What happened 14 hours ago | |
It's ok if you smile | |
But please |
zuo qu : Dryfhout | |
I' m grateful for these things | |
These things are grateful for me but | |
These gifts are plagues | |
These plagues are candy coated | |
I only hope it brings | |
A smile and all the other | |
Little useless things | |
But these hands are tied to an arm | |
And to an eye that won' t abide | |
I' m not doing that well today | |
And self control was never my forte | |
So I call a friend | |
Jesus with a pager and | |
Mercedes Benz | |
Cuz there' s a limit to ourselves | |
And all the games we play | |
It' s metaphor we use to define our day | |
It' s only rhythm | |
It' s only sound | |
But we' re not accustomed to the tempo | |
And we find it too loud | |
And all the time | |
You look like a star | |
And I talk like a fool | |
I' m delivering idiots and photographs | |
It makes me look cool | |
I' m doing much better today | |
It' s just harder to focus | |
On the things that | |
I hate I' m not too worried cuz | |
I know I' ll get my vision back | |
Then at least | |
I' ll have a weapon | |
To defend these attacks | |
If I could only find a filter | |
For these tricks | |
Then I could bury the riddles deep | |
Deep in the mix | |
It' s not the lines | |
It' s more the tones | |
More often it' s the volume | |
That can make it hit home | |
It' s not the songs | |
That determine if the record sells | |
It' s the faces in the videos that we know so well | |
It' s the push from the whores | |
In leather chairs | |
They package our emotions | |
And they market our fears | |
And the rise to the top is a fall from below | |
I' ve never been one to see writing on walls | |
Still you call me crazy | |
Don' t walk on in don' t expect me to listen | |
Don' t you try to save me | |
Because I' m too suspicious of long | |
Explanations that | |
Make you feel like | |
You' ve really reached me | |
I' m changing my ways | |
I believe | |
Don' t talk about | |
What happened 14 hours ago | |
It' s ok if you smile | |
But please |
zuò qǔ : Dryfhout | |
I' m grateful for these things | |
These things are grateful for me but | |
These gifts are plagues | |
These plagues are candy coated | |
I only hope it brings | |
A smile and all the other | |
Little useless things | |
But these hands are tied to an arm | |
And to an eye that won' t abide | |
I' m not doing that well today | |
And self control was never my forte | |
So I call a friend | |
Jesus with a pager and | |
Mercedes Benz | |
Cuz there' s a limit to ourselves | |
And all the games we play | |
It' s metaphor we use to define our day | |
It' s only rhythm | |
It' s only sound | |
But we' re not accustomed to the tempo | |
And we find it too loud | |
And all the time | |
You look like a star | |
And I talk like a fool | |
I' m delivering idiots and photographs | |
It makes me look cool | |
I' m doing much better today | |
It' s just harder to focus | |
On the things that | |
I hate I' m not too worried cuz | |
I know I' ll get my vision back | |
Then at least | |
I' ll have a weapon | |
To defend these attacks | |
If I could only find a filter | |
For these tricks | |
Then I could bury the riddles deep | |
Deep in the mix | |
It' s not the lines | |
It' s more the tones | |
More often it' s the volume | |
That can make it hit home | |
It' s not the songs | |
That determine if the record sells | |
It' s the faces in the videos that we know so well | |
It' s the push from the whores | |
In leather chairs | |
They package our emotions | |
And they market our fears | |
And the rise to the top is a fall from below | |
I' ve never been one to see writing on walls | |
Still you call me crazy | |
Don' t walk on in don' t expect me to listen | |
Don' t you try to save me | |
Because I' m too suspicious of long | |
Explanations that | |
Make you feel like | |
You' ve really reached me | |
I' m changing my ways | |
I believe | |
Don' t talk about | |
What happened 14 hours ago | |
It' s ok if you smile | |
But please |