Get Outta London 歌词
| 歌曲 | Get Outta London |
| 歌手 | Aztec Camera |
| 专辑 | Walk Out To Winter: The Best Of Aztec Camera |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| The sun dying on a dusty room, | |
| TV lying to me through the gloom, | |
| Even remote control can't change this mood, | |
| Get outta | |
| London while the getting's good, | |
| Get outta | |
| London while | |
| I know I could, | |
| Get outta | |
| London. Train's come just ride and believe, | |
| The engine running's all the music | |
| I need, I've got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed, | |
| Get outta | |
| London and you shall be free, | |
| Get outta | |
| London and it's guaranteed, | |
| Get outta | |
| London. I walked the avenue of dumb signs, | |
| Meant nothing and it felt fine, | |
| Then I remembered what was really mine, | |
| A silver shiver running down my spine. | |
| Down where the streets are pave with sick schemes, | |
| The river's running like a snake through a dream, | |
| The politicians gaze across its slime, | |
| I need another way to waste my time, | |
| Get outta | |
| London, get outta | |
| London. I saw the spectre of charity, | |
| And he didn't seem brotherly, | |
| Popping up what should be blown away. | |
| A brotherhood of man in disarray, | |
| I got hit by the dreamers disease, | |
| Where your big ideas, | |
| Don't make connection with your buckling knees, | |
| And saw the greed and agreed that it sucked, | |
| But they said, "Don't laugh at money cos it's bad luck" | |
| Get outta | |
| London, get outta | |
| London. |
| zuo ci : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| The sun dying on a dusty room, | |
| TV lying to me through the gloom, | |
| Even remote control can' t change this mood, | |
| Get outta | |
| London while the getting' s good, | |
| Get outta | |
| London while | |
| I know I could, | |
| Get outta | |
| London. Train' s come just ride and believe, | |
| The engine running' s all the music | |
| I need, I' ve got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed, | |
| Get outta | |
| London and you shall be free, | |
| Get outta | |
| London and it' s guaranteed, | |
| Get outta | |
| London. I walked the avenue of dumb signs, | |
| Meant nothing and it felt fine, | |
| Then I remembered what was really mine, | |
| A silver shiver running down my spine. | |
| Down where the streets are pave with sick schemes, | |
| The river' s running like a snake through a dream, | |
| The politicians gaze across its slime, | |
| I need another way to waste my time, | |
| Get outta | |
| London, get outta | |
| London. I saw the spectre of charity, | |
| And he didn' t seem brotherly, | |
| Popping up what should be blown away. | |
| A brotherhood of man in disarray, | |
| I got hit by the dreamers disease, | |
| Where your big ideas, | |
| Don' t make connection with your buckling knees, | |
| And saw the greed and agreed that it sucked, | |
| But they said, " Don' t laugh at money cos it' s bad luck" | |
| Get outta | |
| London, get outta | |
| London. |
| zuò cí : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| The sun dying on a dusty room, | |
| TV lying to me through the gloom, | |
| Even remote control can' t change this mood, | |
| Get outta | |
| London while the getting' s good, | |
| Get outta | |
| London while | |
| I know I could, | |
| Get outta | |
| London. Train' s come just ride and believe, | |
| The engine running' s all the music | |
| I need, I' ve got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed, | |
| Get outta | |
| London and you shall be free, | |
| Get outta | |
| London and it' s guaranteed, | |
| Get outta | |
| London. I walked the avenue of dumb signs, | |
| Meant nothing and it felt fine, | |
| Then I remembered what was really mine, | |
| A silver shiver running down my spine. | |
| Down where the streets are pave with sick schemes, | |
| The river' s running like a snake through a dream, | |
| The politicians gaze across its slime, | |
| I need another way to waste my time, | |
| Get outta | |
| London, get outta | |
| London. I saw the spectre of charity, | |
| And he didn' t seem brotherly, | |
| Popping up what should be blown away. | |
| A brotherhood of man in disarray, | |
| I got hit by the dreamers disease, | |
| Where your big ideas, | |
| Don' t make connection with your buckling knees, | |
| And saw the greed and agreed that it sucked, | |
| But they said, " Don' t laugh at money cos it' s bad luck" | |
| Get outta | |
| London, get outta | |
| London. |
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