Elegant Chaos 歌词

	作曲 : Cope
	Busy at home
	I was happy for a while
	But the joke is over
	Looking down
	At the carefully laid out infamy
	Take a scythe, take a scythe,
	To the rotting core
	Of man-vegetaton
	Now I sigh
	At the cool cool attitude to ignorance
	The look in your eye
	When you gave this to me
	Just put me on my guard
	In this elegant chaos
	I stand to one side
	Shouting "ha"
	Was I forced into this?
	Or was it given to me?
	It's a nice idea -
	As a gift
	Or as something to try for a while
	70 years?
	It's neither one thing nor the other
	My big fear
	Is to dig it at last
	And have it taken away
	The look in your eyes
	When you gave this to me
	Just put me on my guard
	In this elegant chaos
	I stand to one side
	It's not a problem of secrecy
	I take it in my stride
	Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this?
	Faces to the glass
	I see them televise my death
	Oh, and here comes the part
	Where I break down and cry.
	People I see
	Just remind me of mooing
	Like a cow on the grass
	And that's not to say
	That there's anything wrong
	With being a cow anyway
	But people are people
	With the added advantage
	Of the spoken word
	We're getting on fine
	But I feel more of a man
	When I get with the herd.

	zuo qu : Cope
	Busy at home
	I was happy for a while
	But the joke is over
	Looking down
	At the carefully laid out infamy
	Take a scythe, take a scythe,
	To the rotting core
	Of manvegetaton
	Now I sigh
	At the cool cool attitude to ignorance
	The look in your eye
	When you gave this to me
	Just put me on my guard
	In this elegant chaos
	I stand to one side
	Shouting " ha"
	Was I forced into this?
	Or was it given to me?
	It' s a nice idea
	As a gift
	Or as something to try for a while
	70 years?
	It' s neither one thing nor the other
	My big fear
	Is to dig it at last
	And have it taken away
	The look in your eyes
	When you gave this to me
	Just put me on my guard
	In this elegant chaos
	I stand to one side
	It' s not a problem of secrecy
	I take it in my stride
	Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this?
	Faces to the glass
	I see them televise my death
	Oh, and here comes the part
	Where I break down and cry.
	People I see
	Just remind me of mooing
	Like a cow on the grass
	And that' s not to say
	That there' s anything wrong
	With being a cow anyway
	But people are people
	With the added advantage
	Of the spoken word
	We' re getting on fine
	But I feel more of a man
	When I get with the herd.

	zuò qǔ : Cope
	Busy at home
	I was happy for a while
	But the joke is over
	Looking down
	At the carefully laid out infamy
	Take a scythe, take a scythe,
	To the rotting core
	Of manvegetaton
	Now I sigh
	At the cool cool attitude to ignorance
	The look in your eye
	When you gave this to me
	Just put me on my guard
	In this elegant chaos
	I stand to one side
	Shouting " ha"
	Was I forced into this?
	Or was it given to me?
	It' s a nice idea
	As a gift
	Or as something to try for a while
	70 years?
	It' s neither one thing nor the other
	My big fear
	Is to dig it at last
	And have it taken away
	The look in your eyes
	When you gave this to me
	Just put me on my guard
	In this elegant chaos
	I stand to one side
	It' s not a problem of secrecy
	I take it in my stride
	Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this?
	Faces to the glass
	I see them televise my death
	Oh, and here comes the part
	Where I break down and cry.
	People I see
	Just remind me of mooing
	Like a cow on the grass
	And that' s not to say
	That there' s anything wrong
	With being a cow anyway
	But people are people
	With the added advantage
	Of the spoken word
	We' re getting on fine
	But I feel more of a man
	When I get with the herd.

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