Song | Handshake the Gangster |
Artist | Hey Rosetta! |
Album | Into Your Lungs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ward | |
Are you a wolf, | |
Warm in your pinstripes? | |
Is your pen a bootknife, | |
Drawing red and dollar green? | |
(two colours for everything) | |
Look how the teeth gnash | |
Look how they smile | |
It's some kind of witchcraft | |
That keeps us laughing all the time | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted no love | |
Have i been drinking? my feet are kicking | |
Like someone's pushing this institution down my throat | |
(and i'm going to choke!) | |
Is this a living, this steady gunning? | |
It's got a rhythm, sure, a hemiola to my pulse | |
(a messy rush!) | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted no blood | |
Ambition, give me wings | |
Ambition, break my legs | |
She swims inside my head | |
Was planted in my skin | |
(and i can't forgive!) | |
Have i been driving? i see the lines bend | |
But i've not been steering and i keep on veering to the right | |
(to those blissful lies!) | |
When did they reach me, while i was sleeping? | |
When did they rein me? interrogate my better sense | |
(with their fucking rent!) | |
And all my teachers, those dusty pilgrims | |
Those plucky speakers are all just victims of a lie | |
(that they can't deny!) | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted our lungs |
zuo qu : Ward | |
Are you a wolf, | |
Warm in your pinstripes? | |
Is your pen a bootknife, | |
Drawing red and dollar green? | |
two colours for everything | |
Look how the teeth gnash | |
Look how they smile | |
It' s some kind of witchcraft | |
That keeps us laughing all the time | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted no love | |
Have i been drinking? my feet are kicking | |
Like someone' s pushing this institution down my throat | |
and i' m going to choke! | |
Is this a living, this steady gunning? | |
It' s got a rhythm, sure, a hemiola to my pulse | |
a messy rush! | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted no blood | |
Ambition, give me wings | |
Ambition, break my legs | |
She swims inside my head | |
Was planted in my skin | |
and i can' t forgive! | |
Have i been driving? i see the lines bend | |
But i' ve not been steering and i keep on veering to the right | |
to those blissful lies! | |
When did they reach me, while i was sleeping? | |
When did they rein me? interrogate my better sense | |
with their fucking rent! | |
And all my teachers, those dusty pilgrims | |
Those plucky speakers are all just victims of a lie | |
that they can' t deny! | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted our lungs |
zuò qǔ : Ward | |
Are you a wolf, | |
Warm in your pinstripes? | |
Is your pen a bootknife, | |
Drawing red and dollar green? | |
two colours for everything | |
Look how the teeth gnash | |
Look how they smile | |
It' s some kind of witchcraft | |
That keeps us laughing all the time | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted no love | |
Have i been drinking? my feet are kicking | |
Like someone' s pushing this institution down my throat | |
and i' m going to choke! | |
Is this a living, this steady gunning? | |
It' s got a rhythm, sure, a hemiola to my pulse | |
a messy rush! | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted no blood | |
Ambition, give me wings | |
Ambition, break my legs | |
She swims inside my head | |
Was planted in my skin | |
and i can' t forgive! | |
Have i been driving? i see the lines bend | |
But i' ve not been steering and i keep on veering to the right | |
to those blissful lies! | |
When did they reach me, while i was sleeping? | |
When did they rein me? interrogate my better sense | |
with their fucking rent! | |
And all my teachers, those dusty pilgrims | |
Those plucky speakers are all just victims of a lie | |
that they can' t deny! | |
We did our jobs | |
So quick and calm | |
Wasted our lungs |