歌曲 | Piranha Pool |
歌手 | Blue Rodeo |
专辑 | Outskirts |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Calbi | |
Lead Vocal by | |
Greg Leaning over the piranha pool | |
You just wave your magic wand | |
Dangling your fingertips | |
Into the world of the just beyond. | |
Sitting ever so quietly | |
In your private dining room | |
Guiding the waves of destiny | |
Into the face of oblivion. | |
So you'd rather been an opera star | |
At the turn of the century. | |
Well you never asked for this miracle trip | |
A genius in the military | |
You're sincerely surprised with your own success | |
Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads | |
You never anticipate the final toll | |
Still shining all your medals | |
For the final curtain call. | |
You're always talking 'bout the here and after | |
But it don't make much sense to me | |
Still for all the men that you condemn | |
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven | |
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you | |
Leaning over the piranha pool | |
You just wave your magic wand | |
Dangling your fingertips | |
Into the world of the just beyond. | |
Sitting ever so quietly | |
In your private dining room | |
Guiding the waves of destiny | |
Into the face of oblivion. | |
You're always talking about the here and after | |
But it don't make much sense to me | |
Still for all the men that you condemn | |
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven | |
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you |
zuo ci : Calbi | |
Lead Vocal by | |
Greg Leaning over the piranha pool | |
You just wave your magic wand | |
Dangling your fingertips | |
Into the world of the just beyond. | |
Sitting ever so quietly | |
In your private dining room | |
Guiding the waves of destiny | |
Into the face of oblivion. | |
So you' d rather been an opera star | |
At the turn of the century. | |
Well you never asked for this miracle trip | |
A genius in the military | |
You' re sincerely surprised with your own success | |
Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads | |
You never anticipate the final toll | |
Still shining all your medals | |
For the final curtain call. | |
You' re always talking ' bout the here and after | |
But it don' t make much sense to me | |
Still for all the men that you condemn | |
Well I hope there' s some kind of heaven | |
And there' s got to be some kind of hell for you | |
Leaning over the piranha pool | |
You just wave your magic wand | |
Dangling your fingertips | |
Into the world of the just beyond. | |
Sitting ever so quietly | |
In your private dining room | |
Guiding the waves of destiny | |
Into the face of oblivion. | |
You' re always talking about the here and after | |
But it don' t make much sense to me | |
Still for all the men that you condemn | |
Well I hope there' s some kind of heaven | |
And there' s got to be some kind of hell for you |
zuò cí : Calbi | |
Lead Vocal by | |
Greg Leaning over the piranha pool | |
You just wave your magic wand | |
Dangling your fingertips | |
Into the world of the just beyond. | |
Sitting ever so quietly | |
In your private dining room | |
Guiding the waves of destiny | |
Into the face of oblivion. | |
So you' d rather been an opera star | |
At the turn of the century. | |
Well you never asked for this miracle trip | |
A genius in the military | |
You' re sincerely surprised with your own success | |
Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads | |
You never anticipate the final toll | |
Still shining all your medals | |
For the final curtain call. | |
You' re always talking ' bout the here and after | |
But it don' t make much sense to me | |
Still for all the men that you condemn | |
Well I hope there' s some kind of heaven | |
And there' s got to be some kind of hell for you | |
Leaning over the piranha pool | |
You just wave your magic wand | |
Dangling your fingertips | |
Into the world of the just beyond. | |
Sitting ever so quietly | |
In your private dining room | |
Guiding the waves of destiny | |
Into the face of oblivion. | |
You' re always talking about the here and after | |
But it don' t make much sense to me | |
Still for all the men that you condemn | |
Well I hope there' s some kind of heaven | |
And there' s got to be some kind of hell for you |