Song | Bailing Out |
Artist | Little Barrie |
Album | Stand Your Ground |
作曲 : Cadogan, Wharton | |
Bailing out into the treetop lounge, | |
Stripped out windows beat the sun right out, | |
Hotel pencil for my old red hand, | |
Eardrums got the Jones and the trams, | |
Three weeks closer man it ain't that long, | |
Soon be over and we'll all be gone, | |
Twist the sockets of the half cut lights, | |
Pick the pockets of my foes and frights, | |
Not forgetting about the long haul drill, | |
Sure regret it if I almost will, | |
Take that does so I can cheat my ride, | |
Hit the coast and man I'm still alive. | |
Hit my bunk about a world past ten, | |
Felt like skunks until I don't know when, | |
Got my bottle and I got my bags, | |
So hit that throttle so the road don't drag, | |
Three weeks closer man it ain't that long, | |
Soon be over and we'll all be gone, | |
Take that does so I can cheat my ride, | |
Hit the coast and man I'm still alive, | |
Think I had enough and then I don't, | |
Fetch my matches send it up in smoke, | |
three weeks closer man it ain't that long, | |
Soon be over and we'll all be gone |
zuò qǔ : Cadogan, Wharton | |
Bailing out into the treetop lounge, | |
Stripped out windows beat the sun right out, | |
Hotel pencil for my old red hand, | |
Eardrums got the Jones and the trams, | |
Three weeks closer man it ain' t that long, | |
Soon be over and we' ll all be gone, | |
Twist the sockets of the half cut lights, | |
Pick the pockets of my foes and frights, | |
Not forgetting about the long haul drill, | |
Sure regret it if I almost will, | |
Take that does so I can cheat my ride, | |
Hit the coast and man I' m still alive. | |
Hit my bunk about a world past ten, | |
Felt like skunks until I don' t know when, | |
Got my bottle and I got my bags, | |
So hit that throttle so the road don' t drag, | |
Three weeks closer man it ain' t that long, | |
Soon be over and we' ll all be gone, | |
Take that does so I can cheat my ride, | |
Hit the coast and man I' m still alive, | |
Think I had enough and then I don' t, | |
Fetch my matches send it up in smoke, | |
three weeks closer man it ain' t that long, | |
Soon be over and we' ll all be gone |