歌曲 | Meanwhile Down the Street |
歌手 | Uncle Hu |
专辑 | When Memories Collide |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Uncle Hu | |
作词 : Uncle Hu | |
meanwhile down the street | |
the whole crowd is sick | |
talk it up, there's no whisper | |
and we land on our feet | |
she's told a dream should be | |
a glorious thing | |
"shame on me, the purest I've been in | |
is still too obscene" | |
there goes the insult | |
reflected in the floor | |
colored chemicals | |
throw you off like before | |
you'll know the roles I've played | |
if we get away | |
in the cab with a covered license plate | |
I found the other day | |
but out steps the savior | |
whose laughter's so unkind | |
to belt you up again | |
his trial has come to blow your mind | |
a nasty old crime | |
has left curses behind | |
meanwhile down the street | |
the whole crowd is sick | |
talk it up, there's no whisper | |
and we land on our feet | |
she's told a dream should be | |
a glorious thing | |
"shame on me, the purest I've been in | |
is still too obscene" |
zuo qu : Uncle Hu | |
zuo ci : Uncle Hu | |
meanwhile down the street | |
the whole crowd is sick | |
talk it up, there' s no whisper | |
and we land on our feet | |
she' s told a dream should be | |
a glorious thing | |
" shame on me, the purest I' ve been in | |
is still too obscene" | |
there goes the insult | |
reflected in the floor | |
colored chemicals | |
throw you off like before | |
you' ll know the roles I' ve played | |
if we get away | |
in the cab with a covered license plate | |
I found the other day | |
but out steps the savior | |
whose laughter' s so unkind | |
to belt you up again | |
his trial has come to blow your mind | |
a nasty old crime | |
has left curses behind | |
meanwhile down the street | |
the whole crowd is sick | |
talk it up, there' s no whisper | |
and we land on our feet | |
she' s told a dream should be | |
a glorious thing | |
" shame on me, the purest I' ve been in | |
is still too obscene" |
zuò qǔ : Uncle Hu | |
zuò cí : Uncle Hu | |
meanwhile down the street | |
the whole crowd is sick | |
talk it up, there' s no whisper | |
and we land on our feet | |
she' s told a dream should be | |
a glorious thing | |
" shame on me, the purest I' ve been in | |
is still too obscene" | |
there goes the insult | |
reflected in the floor | |
colored chemicals | |
throw you off like before | |
you' ll know the roles I' ve played | |
if we get away | |
in the cab with a covered license plate | |
I found the other day | |
but out steps the savior | |
whose laughter' s so unkind | |
to belt you up again | |
his trial has come to blow your mind | |
a nasty old crime | |
has left curses behind | |
meanwhile down the street | |
the whole crowd is sick | |
talk it up, there' s no whisper | |
and we land on our feet | |
she' s told a dream should be | |
a glorious thing | |
" shame on me, the purest I' ve been in | |
is still too obscene" |