歌曲 | Positively Madison Avenue |
歌手 | David Duchovny |
专辑 | Hell or Highwater |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Joker man takes off his mask | |
Reveals a car salesman and at last, says | |
"Grow up, son, you know it's just a masquerade, now | |
Be a good boy and get me and the boss a Gatorade" | |
You can work up quite a thirst | |
Watchin' all them bubbles burst | |
I was following Ghandi on the twitter | |
He tweeted "Son, I don't like to see you bitter" | |
But if you wanna get in this kind of shape | |
Well, it's abstinence and a protein shake | |
Or you could lose your appetite | |
Watching wrong pass for right | |
Yeah, you could lose your appetite | |
Watching wrong pass for right | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
All hail the stripes and the stars | |
Bobby Dylan, was selling cars | |
Voyeurs, critics, bloggers, vultures | |
Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture | |
In wrote we fiddle as corporations | |
Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial | |
All men are created equal, more or less | |
Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless! | |
Don't call me a hypocrite, naive | |
You can take as good as given, still believe | |
Mo-Town slam pictures of Lucky 7 | |
While they believin' Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven | |
Oh, I have learned the victor's secrets | |
You can show panties and still remain a Jesus | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
All hail the stripes and the stars | |
Bobby Dylan, was selling cars | |
I don't wanna | |
Complain | |
But this whole world | |
Seems strange | |
The writing on the wall, I think | |
Was written to disappear in ink | |
I'm sure your morals are beyond reproach | |
But it's not like I'm asking you to fly coach | |
I know it's uncool not to be ironic | |
And I know that you're bulletproof iconic | |
I really shouldn’t be throwin' stones, no | |
Cause chasing spooks on Fox I made my bones | |
We're all guilty of sin | |
Comes up and force someone to keep from gettin' in | |
Those who used to hustle ho | |
Fashion the nooses now out of a velvet rope | |
But I guess there's nothin' much to do | |
Cause only you can write the song that gets to you | |
I guess there's nothing much to do | |
Cause only you can write the song that gets to you | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
Well, I guess I should be goin' | |
Aw, shit, is that Leonard Cohen? |
Joker man takes off his mask | |
Reveals a car salesman and at last, says | |
" Grow up, son, you know it' s just a masquerade, now | |
Be a good boy and get me and the boss a Gatorade" | |
You can work up quite a thirst | |
Watchin' all them bubbles burst | |
I was following Ghandi on the twitter | |
He tweeted " Son, I don' t like to see you bitter" | |
But if you wanna get in this kind of shape | |
Well, it' s abstinence and a protein shake | |
Or you could lose your appetite | |
Watching wrong pass for right | |
Yeah, you could lose your appetite | |
Watching wrong pass for right | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
All hail the stripes and the stars | |
Bobby Dylan, was selling cars | |
Voyeurs, critics, bloggers, vultures | |
Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture | |
In wrote we fiddle as corporations | |
Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial | |
All men are created equal, more or less | |
Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless! | |
Don' t call me a hypocrite, naive | |
You can take as good as given, still believe | |
MoTown slam pictures of Lucky 7 | |
While they believin' Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven | |
Oh, I have learned the victor' s secrets | |
You can show panties and still remain a Jesus | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
All hail the stripes and the stars | |
Bobby Dylan, was selling cars | |
I don' t wanna | |
Complain | |
But this whole world | |
Seems strange | |
The writing on the wall, I think | |
Was written to disappear in ink | |
I' m sure your morals are beyond reproach | |
But it' s not like I' m asking you to fly coach | |
I know it' s uncool not to be ironic | |
And I know that you' re bulletproof iconic | |
I really shouldn' t be throwin' stones, no | |
Cause chasing spooks on Fox I made my bones | |
We' re all guilty of sin | |
Comes up and force someone to keep from gettin' in | |
Those who used to hustle ho | |
Fashion the nooses now out of a velvet rope | |
But I guess there' s nothin' much to do | |
Cause only you can write the song that gets to you | |
I guess there' s nothing much to do | |
Cause only you can write the song that gets to you | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
Well, I guess I should be goin' | |
Aw, shit, is that Leonard Cohen? |
Joker man takes off his mask | |
Reveals a car salesman and at last, says | |
" Grow up, son, you know it' s just a masquerade, now | |
Be a good boy and get me and the boss a Gatorade" | |
You can work up quite a thirst | |
Watchin' all them bubbles burst | |
I was following Ghandi on the twitter | |
He tweeted " Son, I don' t like to see you bitter" | |
But if you wanna get in this kind of shape | |
Well, it' s abstinence and a protein shake | |
Or you could lose your appetite | |
Watching wrong pass for right | |
Yeah, you could lose your appetite | |
Watching wrong pass for right | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
All hail the stripes and the stars | |
Bobby Dylan, was selling cars | |
Voyeurs, critics, bloggers, vultures | |
Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture | |
In wrote we fiddle as corporations | |
Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial | |
All men are created equal, more or less | |
Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless! | |
Don' t call me a hypocrite, naive | |
You can take as good as given, still believe | |
MoTown slam pictures of Lucky 7 | |
While they believin' Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven | |
Oh, I have learned the victor' s secrets | |
You can show panties and still remain a Jesus | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
All hail the stripes and the stars | |
Bobby Dylan, was selling cars | |
I don' t wanna | |
Complain | |
But this whole world | |
Seems strange | |
The writing on the wall, I think | |
Was written to disappear in ink | |
I' m sure your morals are beyond reproach | |
But it' s not like I' m asking you to fly coach | |
I know it' s uncool not to be ironic | |
And I know that you' re bulletproof iconic | |
I really shouldn' t be throwin' stones, no | |
Cause chasing spooks on Fox I made my bones | |
We' re all guilty of sin | |
Comes up and force someone to keep from gettin' in | |
Those who used to hustle ho | |
Fashion the nooses now out of a velvet rope | |
But I guess there' s nothin' much to do | |
Cause only you can write the song that gets to you | |
I guess there' s nothing much to do | |
Cause only you can write the song that gets to you | |
Save me a place at the bar | |
Bobby Dylan who was selling cars | |
Well, I guess I should be goin' | |
Aw, shit, is that Leonard Cohen? |