Dope Fiends and Boozehounds

	作曲 : Bidini, Morassutti, Tielli
	Dave Bidini, Martin Tielli, and Janet Morassutti
	The sixth sense of memory
	Runs a river near a road
	That travels up the parkway,
	Getting frozen in the snow
	Where what you see is what you see is what you see...
	And only some will know
	Where the ragged people go.
	Where the boozehounds, they bay,
	By the banks of the reservoir.
	Crows climb higher
	From their old familiar yard.
	The best thing in heaven
	Is supposed to be the sun
	That shines between two mountains
	And melts the Devil's gun,
	But what you see is what you see is what you see...
	And only some will know
	Where the ragged people go.
	Down here on Kipling,
	Where the streetlamps light the way, hey,
	There's talk of a reunion
	Of the ones who didn't stay.
	Why didn't they stay here
	And help me shovel the walk?
	(Why didn't they stay here?)
	Sick sense of melody
	Is what I hear when I'm alone.
	And I love it more than misery,
	And I love it more than home,
	And I cry 'cause I'm not with it,
	Even though I've never been...
	Where the dope fiends laugh
	And say it's too soon,
	They all go home and listen to
	The Dark Side of the Moon.

	zuò qǔ : Bidini, Morassutti, Tielli
	Dave Bidini, Martin Tielli, and Janet Morassutti
	The sixth sense of memory
	Runs a river near a road
	That travels up the parkway,
	Getting frozen in the snow
	Where what you see is what you see is what you see...
	And only some will know
	Where the ragged people go.
	Where the boozehounds, they bay,
	By the banks of the reservoir.
	Crows climb higher
	From their old familiar yard.
	The best thing in heaven
	Is supposed to be the sun
	That shines between two mountains
	And melts the Devil' s gun,
	But what you see is what you see is what you see...
	And only some will know
	Where the ragged people go.
	Down here on Kipling,
	Where the streetlamps light the way, hey,
	There' s talk of a reunion
	Of the ones who didn' t stay.
	Why didn' t they stay here
	And help me shovel the walk?
	Why didn' t they stay here?
	Sick sense of melody
	Is what I hear when I' m alone.
	And I love it more than misery,
	And I love it more than home,
	And I cry ' cause I' m not with it,
	Even though I' ve never been...
	Where the dope fiends laugh
	And say it' s too soon,
	They all go home and listen to
	The Dark Side of the Moon.