Song | Casablanca Moon |
Artist | Slapp Happy |
Album | Acnalbasac Noom |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Blegvad, Moore | |
He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez | |
There's cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez | |
Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread | |
Underneath the Casablanca Moon | |
He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque | |
He can't count all the continents he's crossed | |
Trailing party members leaving footprints in the frost | |
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom | |
His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken | |
The Man said his case was lost | |
He was sent to the Orient | |
A double agent double crossed | |
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache | |
The pieces of his puzzle just don't join | |
People in high places want to stamp his many faces | |
On a trans-Caucasian coin | |
He'd better watch his steps 'cos sooner or later | |
They'll find his headless body in a ventilator. | |
Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes | |
Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise | |
In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries | |
Underneath the Casablanca Moon | |
Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind | |
The walls fell in, he saw mankind | |
Standing before him all raising their hands | |
In a significant gesture which he didn't understand |
zuo ci : Blegvad, Moore | |
He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez | |
There' s cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez | |
Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread | |
Underneath the Casablanca Moon | |
He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque | |
He can' t count all the continents he' s crossed | |
Trailing party members leaving footprints in the frost | |
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom | |
His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken | |
The Man said his case was lost | |
He was sent to the Orient | |
A double agent double crossed | |
There' s a cocaine stain on his moustache | |
The pieces of his puzzle just don' t join | |
People in high places want to stamp his many faces | |
On a transCaucasian coin | |
He' d better watch his steps ' cos sooner or later | |
They' ll find his headless body in a ventilator. | |
Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes | |
Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise | |
In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries | |
Underneath the Casablanca Moon | |
Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind | |
The walls fell in, he saw mankind | |
Standing before him all raising their hands | |
In a significant gesture which he didn' t understand |
zuò cí : Blegvad, Moore | |
He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez | |
There' s cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez | |
Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread | |
Underneath the Casablanca Moon | |
He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque | |
He can' t count all the continents he' s crossed | |
Trailing party members leaving footprints in the frost | |
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom | |
His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken | |
The Man said his case was lost | |
He was sent to the Orient | |
A double agent double crossed | |
There' s a cocaine stain on his moustache | |
The pieces of his puzzle just don' t join | |
People in high places want to stamp his many faces | |
On a transCaucasian coin | |
He' d better watch his steps ' cos sooner or later | |
They' ll find his headless body in a ventilator. | |
Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes | |
Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise | |
In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries | |
Underneath the Casablanca Moon | |
Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind | |
The walls fell in, he saw mankind | |
Standing before him all raising their hands | |
In a significant gesture which he didn' t understand |