歌曲 | Opening Montage: Tom's Piano Intro/Once upon a Town |
歌手 | Tom Waits |
专辑 | One from the Heart |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Waits, Crystal Gayle | |
Down through the ages all of the sages | |
said don't spend your wages on love | |
it's graft and collusion about the intrusion | |
and preceding foreclosures there's overexposure | |
down at the crossroads the question is posed | |
bridge is washed out and the highway is closed | |
gotta have good reason to firmly believe | |
love was designed to exploit and deceive | |
there's an addendum wherever you send 'em | |
in your chest you will see | |
simple addition keeps with tradition | |
don't spend your wages on love | |
take any burgh any city or town | |
just get on main street and drive all the way down | |
you see love has a graveyard nurtured for those | |
that fell on their sabers and paid through the nose | |
your shovel's a shot glass dig your own hole | |
bury what's left of your miserable soul | |
down through the ages all of the sages | |
said don't spend your wages on love | |
it's graft and collusion about the intrusion | |
and preceding foreclosure there is overexposure | |
down at the crossroads the question is posed | |
and the bridge is washed out and the highway is closed |
zuo ci : Waits, Crystal Gayle | |
Down through the ages all of the sages | |
said don' t spend your wages on love | |
it' s graft and collusion about the intrusion | |
and preceding foreclosures there' s overexposure | |
down at the crossroads the question is posed | |
bridge is washed out and the highway is closed | |
gotta have good reason to firmly believe | |
love was designed to exploit and deceive | |
there' s an addendum wherever you send ' em | |
in your chest you will see | |
simple addition keeps with tradition | |
don' t spend your wages on love | |
take any burgh any city or town | |
just get on main street and drive all the way down | |
you see love has a graveyard nurtured for those | |
that fell on their sabers and paid through the nose | |
your shovel' s a shot glass dig your own hole | |
bury what' s left of your miserable soul | |
down through the ages all of the sages | |
said don' t spend your wages on love | |
it' s graft and collusion about the intrusion | |
and preceding foreclosure there is overexposure | |
down at the crossroads the question is posed | |
and the bridge is washed out and the highway is closed |
zuò cí : Waits, Crystal Gayle | |
Down through the ages all of the sages | |
said don' t spend your wages on love | |
it' s graft and collusion about the intrusion | |
and preceding foreclosures there' s overexposure | |
down at the crossroads the question is posed | |
bridge is washed out and the highway is closed | |
gotta have good reason to firmly believe | |
love was designed to exploit and deceive | |
there' s an addendum wherever you send ' em | |
in your chest you will see | |
simple addition keeps with tradition | |
don' t spend your wages on love | |
take any burgh any city or town | |
just get on main street and drive all the way down | |
you see love has a graveyard nurtured for those | |
that fell on their sabers and paid through the nose | |
your shovel' s a shot glass dig your own hole | |
bury what' s left of your miserable soul | |
down through the ages all of the sages | |
said don' t spend your wages on love | |
it' s graft and collusion about the intrusion | |
and preceding foreclosure there is overexposure | |
down at the crossroads the question is posed | |
and the bridge is washed out and the highway is closed |