Shining Sinners Lyrics
| Song | Shining Sinners |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Vermin in Ermine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Almond | |
| Well I'm walkin' blind down danger street | |
| The street where eyes don't dare to meet | |
| Dirt-Doorways frame silhouettes | |
| A Teeth-Grind-Grinning smile of threat | |
| Down here you ask for all you get | |
| These East Side Angrys'll getchoo yet | |
| Ignore the cat calls look straight ahead | |
| You could wind up the other side of dead | |
| (If you're lucky) | |
| Well I took a glance sideways | |
| Straight into some Chicano chick's eyes | |
| They were pretty wild | |
| Like she'd been snortin' some of that cocaine | |
| She was mean for trouble | |
| Boilin' for blood | |
| But I had to say she was stacked | |
| >From the tip of her toes | |
| To her flaming red hair | |
| She's gonna drag me up to her Carnal Cage of no way out desire | |
| Help, Help | |
| You gotta help yourself | |
| Help me, Help me | |
| You son of a gun | |
| You gotta run muchacho run | |
| Well I was getting to know the neighbourhood | |
| Getting to know how it looked and smelled | |
| Watching the windows | |
| In tenement hell | |
| Love was rape | |
| And love for sale | |
| And death a fact of life | |
| Love was rare | |
| But who cares, who cares | |
| When you're living by the knife | |
| Well I took a slug of bitter coffee | |
| Pulled a face as bitter hit me | |
| End up with a new mouth | |
| Carved where my throat used to be | |
| And then I saw him | |
| Tall and proud | |
| Wearing the entire city garbage dump | |
| Around his neck and wrists | |
| And then I saw him | |
| Dirty red Chicano sweat bandanna | |
| And colours | |
| Held together by filth and fury | |
| Oh wow-ee-ow | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| And she was by his side | |
| This Vampira I'd seen earlier | |
| She looked at me the look of scum | |
| Help, Help | |
| You gotta help yourself | |
| Help me, Help me | |
| You son of a gun | |
| You gotta run muchacho run | |
| He walked | |
| Did I say walked? | |
| Well I mean WAAALKED | |
| Right up to me at a slow pace | |
| He looked down at me and said | |
| "Shee-it!" | |
| My knees were bucklin' | |
| My brow was sweatin' | |
| I stared straight ahead at his knee cap | |
| I had to strike soon | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| Sweet 'n' sharp and | |
| Cool 'n' calm | |
| He lives for them | |
| They die for him | |
| Bitten through with nails of hatred | |
| He takes his band of laughing dead | |
| To gather up the wages of skin | |
| Keep my eyes upon the pavement | |
| Nothing else could save me | |
| In this battlefield of blood and bruises | |
| I'll take this brave stiletto | |
| And with all the courage left in my heart | |
| I'll . . . I'll take the life of the Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| He lay upon the ground | |
| Coughing up blood | |
| He looked up at me | |
| Yes I was the big one now | |
| And said | |
| "I wanted to shake your hand | |
| You little runt | |
| For having the guts to walk into my neighbourhood | |
| I liked you!" | |
| And with that he died | |
| Leaderless and laughless | |
| The Wastrels of the Shining Sinners | |
| Lay me out like some dead cat on the ground | |
| I taste the taste of human filth | |
| My courage caves in on itself | |
| Now no-one's leading anyone anymore | |
| And I wondered what I did it for | |
| And I wondered what I did it for | |
| Why did I do it? | |
| Why? | |
| Why did I do it? | |
| Why - Why did I do it? | |
| Why? | |
| Why? | |
| Why? |
| zuo ci : Almond | |
| Well I' m walkin' blind down danger street | |
| The street where eyes don' t dare to meet | |
| DirtDoorways frame silhouettes | |
| A TeethGrindGrinning smile of threat | |
| Down here you ask for all you get | |
| These East Side Angrys' ll getchoo yet | |
| Ignore the cat calls look straight ahead | |
| You could wind up the other side of dead | |
| If you' re lucky | |
| Well I took a glance sideways | |
| Straight into some Chicano chick' s eyes | |
| They were pretty wild | |
| Like she' d been snortin' some of that cocaine | |
| She was mean for trouble | |
| Boilin' for blood | |
| But I had to say she was stacked | |
| From the tip of her toes | |
| To her flaming red hair | |
| She' s gonna drag me up to her Carnal Cage of no way out desire | |
| Help, Help | |
| You gotta help yourself | |
| Help me, Help me | |
| You son of a gun | |
| You gotta run muchacho run | |
| Well I was getting to know the neighbourhood | |
| Getting to know how it looked and smelled | |
| Watching the windows | |
| In tenement hell | |
| Love was rape | |
| And love for sale | |
| And death a fact of life | |
| Love was rare | |
| But who cares, who cares | |
| When you' re living by the knife | |
| Well I took a slug of bitter coffee | |
| Pulled a face as bitter hit me | |
| End up with a new mouth | |
| Carved where my throat used to be | |
| And then I saw him | |
| Tall and proud | |
| Wearing the entire city garbage dump | |
| Around his neck and wrists | |
| And then I saw him | |
| Dirty red Chicano sweat bandanna | |
| And colours | |
| Held together by filth and fury | |
| Oh woweeow | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| And she was by his side | |
| This Vampira I' d seen earlier | |
| She looked at me the look of scum | |
| Help, Help | |
| You gotta help yourself | |
| Help me, Help me | |
| You son of a gun | |
| You gotta run muchacho run | |
| He walked | |
| Did I say walked? | |
| Well I mean WAAALKED | |
| Right up to me at a slow pace | |
| He looked down at me and said | |
| " Sheeit!" | |
| My knees were bucklin' | |
| My brow was sweatin' | |
| I stared straight ahead at his knee cap | |
| I had to strike soon | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| Sweet ' n' sharp and | |
| Cool ' n' calm | |
| He lives for them | |
| They die for him | |
| Bitten through with nails of hatred | |
| He takes his band of laughing dead | |
| To gather up the wages of skin | |
| Keep my eyes upon the pavement | |
| Nothing else could save me | |
| In this battlefield of blood and bruises | |
| I' ll take this brave stiletto | |
| And with all the courage left in my heart | |
| I' ll . . . I' ll take the life of the Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| He lay upon the ground | |
| Coughing up blood | |
| He looked up at me | |
| Yes I was the big one now | |
| And said | |
| " I wanted to shake your hand | |
| You little runt | |
| For having the guts to walk into my neighbourhood | |
| I liked you!" | |
| And with that he died | |
| Leaderless and laughless | |
| The Wastrels of the Shining Sinners | |
| Lay me out like some dead cat on the ground | |
| I taste the taste of human filth | |
| My courage caves in on itself | |
| Now noone' s leading anyone anymore | |
| And I wondered what I did it for | |
| And I wondered what I did it for | |
| Why did I do it? | |
| Why? | |
| Why did I do it? | |
| Why Why did I do it? | |
| Why? | |
| Why? | |
| Why? |
| zuò cí : Almond | |
| Well I' m walkin' blind down danger street | |
| The street where eyes don' t dare to meet | |
| DirtDoorways frame silhouettes | |
| A TeethGrindGrinning smile of threat | |
| Down here you ask for all you get | |
| These East Side Angrys' ll getchoo yet | |
| Ignore the cat calls look straight ahead | |
| You could wind up the other side of dead | |
| If you' re lucky | |
| Well I took a glance sideways | |
| Straight into some Chicano chick' s eyes | |
| They were pretty wild | |
| Like she' d been snortin' some of that cocaine | |
| She was mean for trouble | |
| Boilin' for blood | |
| But I had to say she was stacked | |
| From the tip of her toes | |
| To her flaming red hair | |
| She' s gonna drag me up to her Carnal Cage of no way out desire | |
| Help, Help | |
| You gotta help yourself | |
| Help me, Help me | |
| You son of a gun | |
| You gotta run muchacho run | |
| Well I was getting to know the neighbourhood | |
| Getting to know how it looked and smelled | |
| Watching the windows | |
| In tenement hell | |
| Love was rape | |
| And love for sale | |
| And death a fact of life | |
| Love was rare | |
| But who cares, who cares | |
| When you' re living by the knife | |
| Well I took a slug of bitter coffee | |
| Pulled a face as bitter hit me | |
| End up with a new mouth | |
| Carved where my throat used to be | |
| And then I saw him | |
| Tall and proud | |
| Wearing the entire city garbage dump | |
| Around his neck and wrists | |
| And then I saw him | |
| Dirty red Chicano sweat bandanna | |
| And colours | |
| Held together by filth and fury | |
| Oh woweeow | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| And she was by his side | |
| This Vampira I' d seen earlier | |
| She looked at me the look of scum | |
| Help, Help | |
| You gotta help yourself | |
| Help me, Help me | |
| You son of a gun | |
| You gotta run muchacho run | |
| He walked | |
| Did I say walked? | |
| Well I mean WAAALKED | |
| Right up to me at a slow pace | |
| He looked down at me and said | |
| " Sheeit!" | |
| My knees were bucklin' | |
| My brow was sweatin' | |
| I stared straight ahead at his knee cap | |
| I had to strike soon | |
| The Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| Sweet ' n' sharp and | |
| Cool ' n' calm | |
| He lives for them | |
| They die for him | |
| Bitten through with nails of hatred | |
| He takes his band of laughing dead | |
| To gather up the wages of skin | |
| Keep my eyes upon the pavement | |
| Nothing else could save me | |
| In this battlefield of blood and bruises | |
| I' ll take this brave stiletto | |
| And with all the courage left in my heart | |
| I' ll . . . I' ll take the life of the Leader of the Shining Sinners | |
| He lay upon the ground | |
| Coughing up blood | |
| He looked up at me | |
| Yes I was the big one now | |
| And said | |
| " I wanted to shake your hand | |
| You little runt | |
| For having the guts to walk into my neighbourhood | |
| I liked you!" | |
| And with that he died | |
| Leaderless and laughless | |
| The Wastrels of the Shining Sinners | |
| Lay me out like some dead cat on the ground | |
| I taste the taste of human filth | |
| My courage caves in on itself | |
| Now noone' s leading anyone anymore | |
| And I wondered what I did it for | |
| And I wondered what I did it for | |
| Why did I do it? | |
| Why? | |
| Why did I do it? | |
| Why Why did I do it? | |
| Why? | |
| Why? | |
| Why? |
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