Song | A Sting in the Tail |
Artist | Supertramp |
Album | Slow Motion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Davies | |
Well I don't care about the summer rain | |
I know it's good for the garden | |
Don't care what blue skies | |
They turn to grey | |
When you come around | |
And try to run me down | |
Storm clouds darken...mmm...yeah | |
I don't get down when the fields go brown | |
It's just a charm of the season | |
Well things in nature have their reason | |
But when you come along and try to do me wrong | |
Well the first time | |
I'll ignore it | |
But don't you push beyond the pale | |
But then you're going to find there's no more water in the well | |
And you may think you're going to walk right all over me | |
But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
The wind blows cold as the year grows old | |
Yeah that's just the natural way it goes | |
I feel a chill from my head down to my toes | |
Each time you call my name | |
And tell me | |
I'm to blame | |
Well the first time | |
I recall don't you push beyond the pale | |
Then you're going to find there's no more water in the well | |
And you may think you're going to walk right all over me | |
But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
I said the first time | |
I'll ignore it but don't you push beyond the pale | |
And then you're going to find there's no more water in the well | |
You may think you're going to walk right all over me | |
There's a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
Yes there's a sting in the tail | |
Well the cold wind's going to blow | |
Let it rain, let it snow | |
And don't give me your grief | |
I can't take it anymore... |
zuo ci : Davies | |
Well I don' t care about the summer rain | |
I know it' s good for the garden | |
Don' t care what blue skies | |
They turn to grey | |
When you come around | |
And try to run me down | |
Storm clouds darken... mmm... yeah | |
I don' t get down when the fields go brown | |
It' s just a charm of the season | |
Well things in nature have their reason | |
But when you come along and try to do me wrong | |
Well the first time | |
I' ll ignore it | |
But don' t you push beyond the pale | |
But then you' re going to find there' s no more water in the well | |
And you may think you' re going to walk right all over me | |
But there' s a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
The wind blows cold as the year grows old | |
Yeah that' s just the natural way it goes | |
I feel a chill from my head down to my toes | |
Each time you call my name | |
And tell me | |
I' m to blame | |
Well the first time | |
I recall don' t you push beyond the pale | |
Then you' re going to find there' s no more water in the well | |
And you may think you' re going to walk right all over me | |
But there' s a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
I said the first time | |
I' ll ignore it but don' t you push beyond the pale | |
And then you' re going to find there' s no more water in the well | |
You may think you' re going to walk right all over me | |
There' s a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
Yes there' s a sting in the tail | |
Well the cold wind' s going to blow | |
Let it rain, let it snow | |
And don' t give me your grief | |
I can' t take it anymore... |
zuò cí : Davies | |
Well I don' t care about the summer rain | |
I know it' s good for the garden | |
Don' t care what blue skies | |
They turn to grey | |
When you come around | |
And try to run me down | |
Storm clouds darken... mmm... yeah | |
I don' t get down when the fields go brown | |
It' s just a charm of the season | |
Well things in nature have their reason | |
But when you come along and try to do me wrong | |
Well the first time | |
I' ll ignore it | |
But don' t you push beyond the pale | |
But then you' re going to find there' s no more water in the well | |
And you may think you' re going to walk right all over me | |
But there' s a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
The wind blows cold as the year grows old | |
Yeah that' s just the natural way it goes | |
I feel a chill from my head down to my toes | |
Each time you call my name | |
And tell me | |
I' m to blame | |
Well the first time | |
I recall don' t you push beyond the pale | |
Then you' re going to find there' s no more water in the well | |
And you may think you' re going to walk right all over me | |
But there' s a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
I said the first time | |
I' ll ignore it but don' t you push beyond the pale | |
And then you' re going to find there' s no more water in the well | |
You may think you' re going to walk right all over me | |
There' s a sting in the tail of this honey bee | |
Yes there' s a sting in the tail | |
Well the cold wind' s going to blow | |
Let it rain, let it snow | |
And don' t give me your grief | |
I can' t take it anymore... |