Song | A Fine Day for a Parade |
Artist | Fountains of Wayne |
Album | Utopia Parkway |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Mrs. Carver says she's sorry | |
She knows enough not to worry | |
But what does she know about crime? | |
Believes the town is sinking | |
The price of forward thinking | |
You stay up all night half the time | |
Racking your mind | |
Alone in the night | |
While all your neighbors sleep tight | |
Years ago she lost her daughter | |
Off to a sacred order | |
Where they got stoned and worked the earth | |
Clears up her head with bourbon' | |
Cause beer is so suburban | |
And declasse for what it's worth | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She's thinking of it now | |
It's nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
She stays up mending curtains | |
Until her fingers hurt, and | |
You can get so bored of it all | |
No one can say for certain | |
She'll never safely know when | |
An asteroid will kill us all | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She's thinking of it now | |
It's nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She's thinking of it now | |
It's nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade... |
zuo ci : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Mrs. Carver says she' s sorry | |
She knows enough not to worry | |
But what does she know about crime? | |
Believes the town is sinking | |
The price of forward thinking | |
You stay up all night half the time | |
Racking your mind | |
Alone in the night | |
While all your neighbors sleep tight | |
Years ago she lost her daughter | |
Off to a sacred order | |
Where they got stoned and worked the earth | |
Clears up her head with bourbon' | |
Cause beer is so suburban | |
And declasse for what it' s worth | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She' s thinking of it now | |
It' s nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
She stays up mending curtains | |
Until her fingers hurt, and | |
You can get so bored of it all | |
No one can say for certain | |
She' ll never safely know when | |
An asteroid will kill us all | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She' s thinking of it now | |
It' s nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She' s thinking of it now | |
It' s nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade... |
zuò cí : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
Mrs. Carver says she' s sorry | |
She knows enough not to worry | |
But what does she know about crime? | |
Believes the town is sinking | |
The price of forward thinking | |
You stay up all night half the time | |
Racking your mind | |
Alone in the night | |
While all your neighbors sleep tight | |
Years ago she lost her daughter | |
Off to a sacred order | |
Where they got stoned and worked the earth | |
Clears up her head with bourbon' | |
Cause beer is so suburban | |
And declasse for what it' s worth | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She' s thinking of it now | |
It' s nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
She stays up mending curtains | |
Until her fingers hurt, and | |
You can get so bored of it all | |
No one can say for certain | |
She' ll never safely know when | |
An asteroid will kill us all | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She' s thinking of it now | |
It' s nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
She drinks it down, down, down | |
For all the old, old days | |
She' s thinking of it now | |
It' s nice to get away | |
But what a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade | |
What a fine day for a parade... |