| 歌曲 | AKA M80 The Wolf |
| 歌手 | Portugal. The Man |
| 专辑 | Waiter: "You Vultures" |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gourley | |
| Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties | |
| They spit you upriver just like all those lions | |
| That walked the banks | |
| They said, "Paint me that river | |
| And would you only use blues | |
| Brilliant big black mile-lengths of | |
| Pines that route the river through | |
| Through and through" | |
| Fashion, fashion | |
| Ballrooms of their leaves | |
| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| They said, "Paint me that arm | |
| That lies directly over mountains | |
| Where the glaciers climb so tall | |
| One absent of the scars, passing boats and ships and oars | |
| Tend to leave, the veins will be the tributaries" | |
| With all the sounds of | |
| The ocean, the ocean | |
| Fashion, fashion | |
| Ballrooms of their leaves | |
| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| I am but a man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| Silver bells | |
| That line the way | |
| Baited trails | |
| We’ll find you there | |
| I am but a man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| But a proud, proud man |
| zuo qu : Gourley | |
| Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties | |
| They spit you upriver just like all those lions | |
| That walked the banks | |
| They said, " Paint me that river | |
| And would you only use blues | |
| Brilliant big black milelengths of | |
| Pines that route the river through | |
| Through and through" | |
| Fashion, fashion | |
| Ballrooms of their leaves | |
| We' d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| We' d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| They said, " Paint me that arm | |
| That lies directly over mountains | |
| Where the glaciers climb so tall | |
| One absent of the scars, passing boats and ships and oars | |
| Tend to leave, the veins will be the tributaries" | |
| With all the sounds of | |
| The ocean, the ocean | |
| Fashion, fashion | |
| Ballrooms of their leaves | |
| We' d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| We' d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| I am but a man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| Silver bells | |
| That line the way | |
| Baited trails | |
| We' ll find you there | |
| I am but a man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| But a proud, proud man |
| zuò qǔ : Gourley | |
| Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties | |
| They spit you upriver just like all those lions | |
| That walked the banks | |
| They said, " Paint me that river | |
| And would you only use blues | |
| Brilliant big black milelengths of | |
| Pines that route the river through | |
| Through and through" | |
| Fashion, fashion | |
| Ballrooms of their leaves | |
| We' d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| We' d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| They said, " Paint me that arm | |
| That lies directly over mountains | |
| Where the glaciers climb so tall | |
| One absent of the scars, passing boats and ships and oars | |
| Tend to leave, the veins will be the tributaries" | |
| With all the sounds of | |
| The ocean, the ocean | |
| Fashion, fashion | |
| Ballrooms of their leaves | |
| We' d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| We' d like to watch the ghosts dance | |
| I am but a man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| Silver bells | |
| That line the way | |
| Baited trails | |
| We' ll find you there | |
| I am but a man | |
| But a proud, proud man | |
| But a proud, proud man |