歌曲 | Funky Squaredance |
歌手 | Phoenix |
专辑 | Live! Thirty Days Ago |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Phoenix | |
Hopeful days and stormy nights | |
I ain't got much to win, not much to lose | |
Under the burden of my loneliness | |
It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose | |
I won't enjoy my collection of stamps | |
When I'm six feet under the ground | |
Lonely streets and dusty roads | |
Lord, it's a long way to go back home | |
Under the burden of your heart of stone | |
You shrug your shoulders as | |
I decompose | |
Please keep a eye on those red haired boys | |
Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones | |
Now you're chewing gum on my coffin | |
Take me where | |
I long to be | |
I can't believe that you want me to wear | |
The evening tails that will fit my corpse | |
I don't need a tuxedo | |
There's no bouncer in the after world | |
I only just left my dying bed | |
And you're making curtains out of my shroud | |
Don't you dig my grave with some excavator | |
Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please | |
A last ride in the city's hearse | |
Few miles away from | |
Heaven above | |
A few more minutes 'til they bury me | |
A few more weeks 'til worms lick my bones | |
I won't enjoy my collection of stamps | |
When I'm five feet under the ground | |
Stormy days and lonely nights | |
Lord, it's a long way to go back home |
zuo qu : Phoenix | |
Hopeful days and stormy nights | |
I ain' t got much to win, not much to lose | |
Under the burden of my loneliness | |
It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose | |
I won' t enjoy my collection of stamps | |
When I' m six feet under the ground | |
Lonely streets and dusty roads | |
Lord, it' s a long way to go back home | |
Under the burden of your heart of stone | |
You shrug your shoulders as | |
I decompose | |
Please keep a eye on those red haired boys | |
Someday they' ll play drum with my shinbones | |
Now you' re chewing gum on my coffin | |
Take me where | |
I long to be | |
I can' t believe that you want me to wear | |
The evening tails that will fit my corpse | |
I don' t need a tuxedo | |
There' s no bouncer in the after world | |
I only just left my dying bed | |
And you' re making curtains out of my shroud | |
Don' t you dig my grave with some excavator | |
Use a blood stained sword and a snowwhite horse, please | |
A last ride in the city' s hearse | |
Few miles away from | |
Heaven above | |
A few more minutes ' til they bury me | |
A few more weeks ' til worms lick my bones | |
I won' t enjoy my collection of stamps | |
When I' m five feet under the ground | |
Stormy days and lonely nights | |
Lord, it' s a long way to go back home |
zuò qǔ : Phoenix | |
Hopeful days and stormy nights | |
I ain' t got much to win, not much to lose | |
Under the burden of my loneliness | |
It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose | |
I won' t enjoy my collection of stamps | |
When I' m six feet under the ground | |
Lonely streets and dusty roads | |
Lord, it' s a long way to go back home | |
Under the burden of your heart of stone | |
You shrug your shoulders as | |
I decompose | |
Please keep a eye on those red haired boys | |
Someday they' ll play drum with my shinbones | |
Now you' re chewing gum on my coffin | |
Take me where | |
I long to be | |
I can' t believe that you want me to wear | |
The evening tails that will fit my corpse | |
I don' t need a tuxedo | |
There' s no bouncer in the after world | |
I only just left my dying bed | |
And you' re making curtains out of my shroud | |
Don' t you dig my grave with some excavator | |
Use a blood stained sword and a snowwhite horse, please | |
A last ride in the city' s hearse | |
Few miles away from | |
Heaven above | |
A few more minutes ' til they bury me | |
A few more weeks ' til worms lick my bones | |
I won' t enjoy my collection of stamps | |
When I' m five feet under the ground | |
Stormy days and lonely nights | |
Lord, it' s a long way to go back home |