歌曲 | Anne Neggen |
歌手 | Budgie |
专辑 | If I Were Brittania I'd Waive the Rules |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bourge, Shelley | |
I don't see the future, I feel it day to day | |
Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay | |
Trucking down to London, gigs that never end | |
Foggy days and motorways will drive me round the bend | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
Went to see my agent, natty looking gent | |
Dirty dates and dirty plays, I must be trucking bent | |
Only real solution, help me on my way | |
Close my eyes and visualise some peace to help me play | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
When time is tight your look ain't right | |
And keeping time is an upward climb | |
P's and Q's just follow you | |
And all the time you feel the grime like hell | |
Creeping down the highway, feel like one per cent | |
May God make the papers say we're going where we'll win | |
We don't mind a work down when the night is through | |
Kids give us the feeling that we only give to you | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
When time is tight your look ain't right | |
And keeping time is an upward climb | |
P's and Q's just follow you | |
And all the time you feel the grime like hell |
zuo ci : Bourge, Shelley | |
I don' t see the future, I feel it day to day | |
Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay | |
Trucking down to London, gigs that never end | |
Foggy days and motorways will drive me round the bend | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
Went to see my agent, natty looking gent | |
Dirty dates and dirty plays, I must be trucking bent | |
Only real solution, help me on my way | |
Close my eyes and visualise some peace to help me play | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
When time is tight your look ain' t right | |
And keeping time is an upward climb | |
P' s and Q' s just follow you | |
And all the time you feel the grime like hell | |
Creeping down the highway, feel like one per cent | |
May God make the papers say we' re going where we' ll win | |
We don' t mind a work down when the night is through | |
Kids give us the feeling that we only give to you | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
When time is tight your look ain' t right | |
And keeping time is an upward climb | |
P' s and Q' s just follow you | |
And all the time you feel the grime like hell |
zuò cí : Bourge, Shelley | |
I don' t see the future, I feel it day to day | |
Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay | |
Trucking down to London, gigs that never end | |
Foggy days and motorways will drive me round the bend | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
Went to see my agent, natty looking gent | |
Dirty dates and dirty plays, I must be trucking bent | |
Only real solution, help me on my way | |
Close my eyes and visualise some peace to help me play | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
When time is tight your look ain' t right | |
And keeping time is an upward climb | |
P' s and Q' s just follow you | |
And all the time you feel the grime like hell | |
Creeping down the highway, feel like one per cent | |
May God make the papers say we' re going where we' ll win | |
We don' t mind a work down when the night is through | |
Kids give us the feeling that we only give to you | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
An' again | |
When time is tight your look ain' t right | |
And keeping time is an upward climb | |
P' s and Q' s just follow you | |
And all the time you feel the grime like hell |