Song | Crown Victoria |
Artist | Robbers on High Street |
Album | Grand Animals |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Trokan | |
Well, he files through his manuscripts and monograms | |
Through the vials and slips written in shaky hand | |
Through the piles of the costumes for the actor's guild | |
There finds one last favor to be filled | |
He'll disguise his clever customers of good faith and name | |
And hang to dry other turncoats to be made | |
Mend your mind to help keep his family's pockets full | |
But vilify and you'll soon be swimming Kill Van Kull | |
And they won't trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
The drug tailor's in town | |
So show yourself around | |
And they won't cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They'll ride right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria | |
So say goodbye and take the Shortline to the Park 'n Ride | |
Don't look back just leave it all behind | |
Skinny Don's diamond eyes refract the world at hand | |
Steal a ride and kiss the magic ring of a crooked man | |
And they won't trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
The drug tailor's in town | |
So show yourself around | |
And they won't cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They'll run right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria | |
And they won't trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
Don't wait till it all falls down | |
Get out while the gettin's good | |
And they won't cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They'll run right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria |
zuo qu : Trokan | |
Well, he files through his manuscripts and monograms | |
Through the vials and slips written in shaky hand | |
Through the piles of the costumes for the actor' s guild | |
There finds one last favor to be filled | |
He' ll disguise his clever customers of good faith and name | |
And hang to dry other turncoats to be made | |
Mend your mind to help keep his family' s pockets full | |
But vilify and you' ll soon be swimming Kill Van Kull | |
And they won' t trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
The drug tailor' s in town | |
So show yourself around | |
And they won' t cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They' ll ride right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria | |
So say goodbye and take the Shortline to the Park ' n Ride | |
Don' t look back just leave it all behind | |
Skinny Don' s diamond eyes refract the world at hand | |
Steal a ride and kiss the magic ring of a crooked man | |
And they won' t trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
The drug tailor' s in town | |
So show yourself around | |
And they won' t cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They' ll run right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria | |
And they won' t trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
Don' t wait till it all falls down | |
Get out while the gettin' s good | |
And they won' t cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They' ll run right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria |
zuò qǔ : Trokan | |
Well, he files through his manuscripts and monograms | |
Through the vials and slips written in shaky hand | |
Through the piles of the costumes for the actor' s guild | |
There finds one last favor to be filled | |
He' ll disguise his clever customers of good faith and name | |
And hang to dry other turncoats to be made | |
Mend your mind to help keep his family' s pockets full | |
But vilify and you' ll soon be swimming Kill Van Kull | |
And they won' t trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
The drug tailor' s in town | |
So show yourself around | |
And they won' t cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They' ll ride right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria | |
So say goodbye and take the Shortline to the Park ' n Ride | |
Don' t look back just leave it all behind | |
Skinny Don' s diamond eyes refract the world at hand | |
Steal a ride and kiss the magic ring of a crooked man | |
And they won' t trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
The drug tailor' s in town | |
So show yourself around | |
And they won' t cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They' ll run right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria | |
And they won' t trust you now | |
As if they ever would | |
Don' t wait till it all falls down | |
Get out while the gettin' s good | |
And they won' t cut you in | |
As if they ever would | |
They' ll run right over you | |
In the Crown Victoria |