歌曲 | I'll Take Anything |
歌手 | Blake Babies |
专辑 | Sunburn |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hatfield | |
Feel like a slob who lives for the day, | |
When a winning ticket pay is made. | |
Caught with my butt hanging out of my pants. | |
Waiting for some kind of lucky chance. | |
But nothing ever comes to those who wait. | |
That's why | |
I'm wasting away in front of that empty plate. | |
I say, "I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger, today." | |
I look out of the window from my bed. | |
I weigh all my options, but not one comes out ahead. | |
You'd think there'd be something. | |
Oh, I'll take anything. | |
I look up to the heavens and over at the phone. | |
Most of what | |
I had is gone, | |
But I still got my | |
TV, It makes me feel | |
I'm not alone. | |
I say, "Nothing's good and nothing's bad. Everything's just kinda' sad. I kinda' hope for an accident, So I can go to sleep." | |
I look at all my buddies and what's left of the family. | |
They're not what | |
I wanna' be. | |
Not whom I wanna' see. | |
You'd think there'd be something. | |
Oh, I'll take anything. | |
Wasn't always this way. | |
I used to know how to use the day. | |
Maybe I can shake this funk | |
And get out before | |
I'm sunk. | |
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo. | |
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo. | |
You'd think there'd be something, | |
Oh, I'll take anything. |
zuo ci : Hatfield | |
Feel like a slob who lives for the day, | |
When a winning ticket pay is made. | |
Caught with my butt hanging out of my pants. | |
Waiting for some kind of lucky chance. | |
But nothing ever comes to those who wait. | |
That' s why | |
I' m wasting away in front of that empty plate. | |
I say, " I' ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger, today." | |
I look out of the window from my bed. | |
I weigh all my options, but not one comes out ahead. | |
You' d think there' d be something. | |
Oh, I' ll take anything. | |
I look up to the heavens and over at the phone. | |
Most of what | |
I had is gone, | |
But I still got my | |
TV, It makes me feel | |
I' m not alone. | |
I say, " Nothing' s good and nothing' s bad. Everything' s just kinda' sad. I kinda' hope for an accident, So I can go to sleep." | |
I look at all my buddies and what' s left of the family. | |
They' re not what | |
I wanna' be. | |
Not whom I wanna' see. | |
You' d think there' d be something. | |
Oh, I' ll take anything. | |
Wasn' t always this way. | |
I used to know how to use the day. | |
Maybe I can shake this funk | |
And get out before | |
I' m sunk. | |
Oooooooooooo. | |
Oooooooooooo. | |
You' d think there' d be something, | |
Oh, I' ll take anything. |
zuò cí : Hatfield | |
Feel like a slob who lives for the day, | |
When a winning ticket pay is made. | |
Caught with my butt hanging out of my pants. | |
Waiting for some kind of lucky chance. | |
But nothing ever comes to those who wait. | |
That' s why | |
I' m wasting away in front of that empty plate. | |
I say, " I' ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger, today." | |
I look out of the window from my bed. | |
I weigh all my options, but not one comes out ahead. | |
You' d think there' d be something. | |
Oh, I' ll take anything. | |
I look up to the heavens and over at the phone. | |
Most of what | |
I had is gone, | |
But I still got my | |
TV, It makes me feel | |
I' m not alone. | |
I say, " Nothing' s good and nothing' s bad. Everything' s just kinda' sad. I kinda' hope for an accident, So I can go to sleep." | |
I look at all my buddies and what' s left of the family. | |
They' re not what | |
I wanna' be. | |
Not whom I wanna' see. | |
You' d think there' d be something. | |
Oh, I' ll take anything. | |
Wasn' t always this way. | |
I used to know how to use the day. | |
Maybe I can shake this funk | |
And get out before | |
I' m sunk. | |
Oooooooooooo. | |
Oooooooooooo. | |
You' d think there' d be something, | |
Oh, I' ll take anything. |