Song | Dedicated Hound |
Artist | Lindisfarne |
Album | The News |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cowe | |
Cowe | |
I'm a writer, I'm a poet | |
Out of spiter and I know it | |
I don't need to hear your guitar | |
I'll write my review from the bar, should go far. | |
I'm a critic with position | |
Paralytic, you musician | |
I'm weary of punk and new wave | |
I invented them both anyway, sad to say. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I'm a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ‘round and ‘round | |
Feet don't touch the ground | |
I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound. | |
I'm a wino midnight worker | |
With a biro, I'm a lurker | |
I'll get you a deal in the chart | |
Or stop you before you can start, that's my art. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I'm a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ‘round and ‘round | |
Feet don't touch the ground | |
I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound. | |
I'm a prier and a trier | |
And I'm a liar on the wire | |
Just leave me your dressing room key | |
You did say that booze was for me, better be. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I'm a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ‘round and ‘round | |
Feet don't touch the ground | |
I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound. |
zuo ci : Cowe | |
Cowe | |
I' m a writer, I' m a poet | |
Out of spiter and I know it | |
I don' t need to hear your guitar | |
I' ll write my review from the bar, should go far. | |
I' m a critic with position | |
Paralytic, you musician | |
I' m weary of punk and new wave | |
I invented them both anyway, sad to say. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
Feet don' t touch the ground | |
I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. | |
I' m a wino midnight worker | |
With a biro, I' m a lurker | |
I' ll get you a deal in the chart | |
Or stop you before you can start, that' s my art. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
Feet don' t touch the ground | |
I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. | |
I' m a prier and a trier | |
And I' m a liar on the wire | |
Just leave me your dressing room key | |
You did say that booze was for me, better be. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
Feet don' t touch the ground | |
I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. |
zuò cí : Cowe | |
Cowe | |
I' m a writer, I' m a poet | |
Out of spiter and I know it | |
I don' t need to hear your guitar | |
I' ll write my review from the bar, should go far. | |
I' m a critic with position | |
Paralytic, you musician | |
I' m weary of punk and new wave | |
I invented them both anyway, sad to say. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
Feet don' t touch the ground | |
I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. | |
I' m a wino midnight worker | |
With a biro, I' m a lurker | |
I' ll get you a deal in the chart | |
Or stop you before you can start, that' s my art. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
Feet don' t touch the ground | |
I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. | |
I' m a prier and a trier | |
And I' m a liar on the wire | |
Just leave me your dressing room key | |
You did say that booze was for me, better be. | |
Up town, hanging around | |
Street bar, town to town | |
I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
Feet don' t touch the ground | |
I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. |