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Hung Up Down

	作词 : Chapman, Whitney
	J. Whitney R. Chapman
	What the hell bad eggs don't smell
	When glossed with sleek perfume
	So whose to cry, politicians' lie
	When you know damn well they do.
	CHORUS
	Maybe they're hung up down next stop
	They'll maybe, maybe turn around
	Cos they're every other way than I want them to be.
	Is it so sad when men turn bad
	To rob and steal from friends
	While men who count large bank account
	Make wards for their own ends.
	Repeat CHORUS
	The grossest spew of world war two
	Turns some men inside out
	But make them ride with coal black hides
	They're not so pure throughout.
	Repeat CHORUS

	zuò cí : Chapman, Whitney
	J. Whitney R. Chapman
	What the hell bad eggs don' t smell
	When glossed with sleek perfume
	So whose to cry, politicians' lie
	When you know damn well they do.
	CHORUS
	Maybe they' re hung up down next stop
	They' ll maybe, maybe turn around
	Cos they' re every other way than I want them to be.
	Is it so sad when men turn bad
	To rob and steal from friends
	While men who count large bank account
	Make wards for their own ends.
	Repeat CHORUS
	The grossest spew of world war two
	Turns some men inside out
	But make them ride with coal black hides
	They' re not so pure throughout.
	Repeat CHORUS