| Song | Granny Niblo |
| Artist | Fair to Midland |
| Album | Inter. Funda. Stifle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fair To Midland | |
| Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room | |
| Cut around the block | |
| Shake in the boots we stocked | |
| I'll turn your onset to off' | |
| Cause with patience and much practice | |
| Of keeping all this clean | |
| Wipe the floor with rust | |
| Abigail's lost touch and it makes for scattered debris | |
| For nine years and square stars | |
| Tonight we have it all made | |
| For nine months, let's make much | |
| All the bells were out of unison | |
| I knew not why the latitude carried on | |
| And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues | |
| I was built on binds of paperback | |
| I knew not if the stories were told or taught | |
| And all of our knees were carved in sand from | |
| Leningrad"On", said the rod and reel and not a drop to drink | |
| But we do as we say and | |
| I'll do as | |
| I've saidUntil my tongue parts the sea"On", said that self defense texture of the reed | |
| And it climbs and it sings |
| zuo qu : Fair To Midland | |
| Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room | |
| Cut around the block | |
| Shake in the boots we stocked | |
| I' ll turn your onset to off' | |
| Cause with patience and much practice | |
| Of keeping all this clean | |
| Wipe the floor with rust | |
| Abigail' s lost touch and it makes for scattered debris | |
| For nine years and square stars | |
| Tonight we have it all made | |
| For nine months, let' s make much | |
| All the bells were out of unison | |
| I knew not why the latitude carried on | |
| And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues | |
| I was built on binds of paperback | |
| I knew not if the stories were told or taught | |
| And all of our knees were carved in sand from | |
| Leningrad" On", said the rod and reel and not a drop to drink | |
| But we do as we say and | |
| I' ll do as | |
| I' ve saidUntil my tongue parts the sea" On", said that self defense texture of the reed | |
| And it climbs and it sings |
| zuò qǔ : Fair To Midland | |
| Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room | |
| Cut around the block | |
| Shake in the boots we stocked | |
| I' ll turn your onset to off' | |
| Cause with patience and much practice | |
| Of keeping all this clean | |
| Wipe the floor with rust | |
| Abigail' s lost touch and it makes for scattered debris | |
| For nine years and square stars | |
| Tonight we have it all made | |
| For nine months, let' s make much | |
| All the bells were out of unison | |
| I knew not why the latitude carried on | |
| And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues | |
| I was built on binds of paperback | |
| I knew not if the stories were told or taught | |
| And all of our knees were carved in sand from | |
| Leningrad" On", said the rod and reel and not a drop to drink | |
| But we do as we say and | |
| I' ll do as | |
| I' ve saidUntil my tongue parts the sea" On", said that self defense texture of the reed | |
| And it climbs and it sings |