Song | Nice Clean Shirt |
Artist | Eastern Conference Champions |
Album | Ameritown |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lyons, Ostrander | |
Smack dab middle of a five week tour, | |
The same clothes on as I had before | |
A pocket full of change, | |
But change is what I need now. | |
It's freezing cold and pouring rain, | |
There's a group of girls that all know my name. | |
They want to know if I'm taken-- | |
I am, I'm fine, I'm great, I thank you. | |
I've been thinking, given the state I'm in, | |
that I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for a man, | |
I know the pills weren't working | |
And the booze is wearin' thin. | |
You've got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I need, somehow, to get in. | |
The first comes in many forms, | |
It's a warm body, it's corner store, | |
It's a crash course camcorder recording | |
The life and times of a lonely story. | |
You bring the bullets, and I'll bring the gun. | |
Forward address behind the sun, | |
And everybody knows; maybe we should go out. | |
They'd see it coming, push it through the cotton skin, | |
Telling me to go, welcome to the middle. | |
Nothing's good enough or works | |
And the kid's won't respond to any words, | |
And luck is hard to find, | |
And we've been here awhile now. | |
I've been thinking, given the state I'm in, | |
I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for my man. | |
God Knows the pills weren't working | |
And the booze is wearing off. | |
You've got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I need, somehow, to get off. | |
But I've been thinking, given the state I'm in, | |
I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for my man. | |
God Knows the pills weren't working, | |
And the booze is wearin' thin. | |
You've got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I would sure like to get in |
zuo qu : Lyons, Ostrander | |
Smack dab middle of a five week tour, | |
The same clothes on as I had before | |
A pocket full of change, | |
But change is what I need now. | |
It' s freezing cold and pouring rain, | |
There' s a group of girls that all know my name. | |
They want to know if I' m taken | |
I am, I' m fine, I' m great, I thank you. | |
I' ve been thinking, given the state I' m in, | |
that I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for a man, | |
I know the pills weren' t working | |
And the booze is wearin' thin. | |
You' ve got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I need, somehow, to get in. | |
The first comes in many forms, | |
It' s a warm body, it' s corner store, | |
It' s a crash course camcorder recording | |
The life and times of a lonely story. | |
You bring the bullets, and I' ll bring the gun. | |
Forward address behind the sun, | |
And everybody knows maybe we should go out. | |
They' d see it coming, push it through the cotton skin, | |
Telling me to go, welcome to the middle. | |
Nothing' s good enough or works | |
And the kid' s won' t respond to any words, | |
And luck is hard to find, | |
And we' ve been here awhile now. | |
I' ve been thinking, given the state I' m in, | |
I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for my man. | |
God Knows the pills weren' t working | |
And the booze is wearing off. | |
You' ve got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I need, somehow, to get off. | |
But I' ve been thinking, given the state I' m in, | |
I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for my man. | |
God Knows the pills weren' t working, | |
And the booze is wearin' thin. | |
You' ve got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I would sure like to get in |
zuò qǔ : Lyons, Ostrander | |
Smack dab middle of a five week tour, | |
The same clothes on as I had before | |
A pocket full of change, | |
But change is what I need now. | |
It' s freezing cold and pouring rain, | |
There' s a group of girls that all know my name. | |
They want to know if I' m taken | |
I am, I' m fine, I' m great, I thank you. | |
I' ve been thinking, given the state I' m in, | |
that I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for a man, | |
I know the pills weren' t working | |
And the booze is wearin' thin. | |
You' ve got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I need, somehow, to get in. | |
The first comes in many forms, | |
It' s a warm body, it' s corner store, | |
It' s a crash course camcorder recording | |
The life and times of a lonely story. | |
You bring the bullets, and I' ll bring the gun. | |
Forward address behind the sun, | |
And everybody knows maybe we should go out. | |
They' d see it coming, push it through the cotton skin, | |
Telling me to go, welcome to the middle. | |
Nothing' s good enough or works | |
And the kid' s won' t respond to any words, | |
And luck is hard to find, | |
And we' ve been here awhile now. | |
I' ve been thinking, given the state I' m in, | |
I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for my man. | |
God Knows the pills weren' t working | |
And the booze is wearing off. | |
You' ve got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I need, somehow, to get off. | |
But I' ve been thinking, given the state I' m in, | |
I should not be driving, | |
I should be looking for my man. | |
God Knows the pills weren' t working, | |
And the booze is wearin' thin. | |
You' ve got a nice clean shirt, | |
And I would sure like to get in |