Song | Knockin' on Joe |
Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
Album | The Firstborn Is Dead |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cave | |
These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true | |
And these locks cannot be broken, | |
No, not with one thousand keys | |
O jailer, you drag a ball-n-chain you cannot see | |
You can lay your burden on me | |
You can lay your burden down on me | |
You can lay your burden down upon me | |
But you cannot lay down your memory | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
Here i go! | |
Knockin on joe! | |
This square foot of sky will be mine til i die | |
Knocking on joe | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
All down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O warden i surrender to you | |
Your fists can't hurt me anymore | |
You know, these hands will never mop | |
Your dirty death row floors | |
O preacher, come closer, you don't scare me anymore | |
Just tell nancy not to come here | |
Just tell her not to come here anymore | |
Tell nancy not to come | |
And let me die in the memory of those arms | |
O woo woo woo | |
Woo woo woo | |
All down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O you kings of halls and ends of halls | |
You will die within these walls | |
And i'll go, down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O nancy's body is a coffin, | |
She wears my tombstone at her head | |
O nancy's body is a coffin, | |
She wears my tombstone at her head | |
She wears her body like a coffin | |
She wears a dress of gold and red | |
She wears a dress of gold and red | |
She wears a dress of red and gold | |
Grave-looters at my coffin | |
Before my body's even cold | |
It's a door for when i go | |
Knockin on joe | |
These hands will never mop | |
Your dirty death row floors | |
No! you can hide! you can run! | |
O but your trial is yet to come | |
O you can run! you can hide! | |
But you have yet to be tried! | |
You can lay your burdens down here | |
You can lay your burden down | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can lay your burden upon me | |
You can lay your burden upon me | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can lay it down here | |
You can bring your burden down | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can't hurt me anymore | |
You can't hurt me anymore | |
Knockin on joe | |
(ad lib) |
zuo ci : Cave | |
These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true | |
And these locks cannot be broken, | |
No, not with one thousand keys | |
O jailer, you drag a ballnchain you cannot see | |
You can lay your burden on me | |
You can lay your burden down on me | |
You can lay your burden down upon me | |
But you cannot lay down your memory | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
Here i go! | |
Knockin on joe! | |
This square foot of sky will be mine til i die | |
Knocking on joe | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
All down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O warden i surrender to you | |
Your fists can' t hurt me anymore | |
You know, these hands will never mop | |
Your dirty death row floors | |
O preacher, come closer, you don' t scare me anymore | |
Just tell nancy not to come here | |
Just tell her not to come here anymore | |
Tell nancy not to come | |
And let me die in the memory of those arms | |
O woo woo woo | |
Woo woo woo | |
All down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O you kings of halls and ends of halls | |
You will die within these walls | |
And i' ll go, down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O nancy' s body is a coffin, | |
She wears my tombstone at her head | |
O nancy' s body is a coffin, | |
She wears my tombstone at her head | |
She wears her body like a coffin | |
She wears a dress of gold and red | |
She wears a dress of gold and red | |
She wears a dress of red and gold | |
Gravelooters at my coffin | |
Before my body' s even cold | |
It' s a door for when i go | |
Knockin on joe | |
These hands will never mop | |
Your dirty death row floors | |
No! you can hide! you can run! | |
O but your trial is yet to come | |
O you can run! you can hide! | |
But you have yet to be tried! | |
You can lay your burdens down here | |
You can lay your burden down | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can lay your burden upon me | |
You can lay your burden upon me | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can lay it down here | |
You can bring your burden down | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can' t hurt me anymore | |
You can' t hurt me anymore | |
Knockin on joe | |
ad lib |
zuò cí : Cave | |
These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true | |
And these locks cannot be broken, | |
No, not with one thousand keys | |
O jailer, you drag a ballnchain you cannot see | |
You can lay your burden on me | |
You can lay your burden down on me | |
You can lay your burden down upon me | |
But you cannot lay down your memory | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
Here i go! | |
Knockin on joe! | |
This square foot of sky will be mine til i die | |
Knocking on joe | |
Woooo wooo wooo | |
All down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O warden i surrender to you | |
Your fists can' t hurt me anymore | |
You know, these hands will never mop | |
Your dirty death row floors | |
O preacher, come closer, you don' t scare me anymore | |
Just tell nancy not to come here | |
Just tell her not to come here anymore | |
Tell nancy not to come | |
And let me die in the memory of those arms | |
O woo woo woo | |
Woo woo woo | |
All down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O you kings of halls and ends of halls | |
You will die within these walls | |
And i' ll go, down the row | |
Knockin on joe | |
O nancy' s body is a coffin, | |
She wears my tombstone at her head | |
O nancy' s body is a coffin, | |
She wears my tombstone at her head | |
She wears her body like a coffin | |
She wears a dress of gold and red | |
She wears a dress of gold and red | |
She wears a dress of red and gold | |
Gravelooters at my coffin | |
Before my body' s even cold | |
It' s a door for when i go | |
Knockin on joe | |
These hands will never mop | |
Your dirty death row floors | |
No! you can hide! you can run! | |
O but your trial is yet to come | |
O you can run! you can hide! | |
But you have yet to be tried! | |
You can lay your burdens down here | |
You can lay your burden down | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can lay your burden upon me | |
You can lay your burden upon me | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can lay it down here | |
You can bring your burden down | |
Knockin on joe | |
You can' t hurt me anymore | |
You can' t hurt me anymore | |
Knockin on joe | |
ad lib |