Song | Life: The Movie |
Artist | The Walkabouts |
Album | Ended Up a Stranger |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Eckman | |
Why do you whisper? | |
It's true, true lovers whisper | |
Or don't say anything | |
At all | |
The greatest story never told | |
Both of us are feelin' old | |
Been feelin' everything | |
And nothin' much | |
Oh, look beyond.... | |
Past the cities edge | |
Where the horizon dips | |
And all the strip mall hookers | |
Show promotion clips | |
And life: the movie | |
Portrays us working stiffs | |
As wastrels on | |
Watch ourselves again | |
On some wasted trip | |
Givin' up on love | |
Just for the fuck of it | |
Oh life: the movie, | |
So easy to forget | |
The angels and aliens, are restless, | |
Ain't gonna' stay | |
They're countin' down the days | |
Till they leave us alone | |
Can't see them anyway | |
Electric colours, cut a swath | |
But leave no trace | |
Why do we advertise, | |
That we have lost this race? | |
If we were proud, we'd hide | |
But since we've lost | |
Watch ourselves again | |
Let's call the whole thing off | |
Life : the movie ends | |
When the villain says | |
That he will apprehend | |
But then rides off instead | |
Let us drown in peace | |
Life: the movie, showin' | |
Six and one-half days a week | |
Life: the movie endin' | |
When they kick us hard | |
To make sure we're dead | |
And not just dreamin' | |
The truth of our lies | |
The thrill of our wrongs | |
Are these the last things on earth, | |
That still turn us on? | |
And in a crash | |
We'll feel the flash | |
Don't forget to breathe | |
Don't forget to laugh | |
Look beyond | |
Watch ourselves again | |
Life: the movie's on | |
In every single town | |
Life: the movie plays | |
'Til we finally beg | |
Let us bleed all day | |
(the last hurray) | |
The last hurrah | |
A forecast of our times | |
I refuse to fall | |
You'll choose t' just go blind | |
When life: the movie plays | |
I'll turn away..... I'll put out my eyes |
zuo ci : Eckman | |
Why do you whisper? | |
It' s true, true lovers whisper | |
Or don' t say anything | |
At all | |
The greatest story never told | |
Both of us are feelin' old | |
Been feelin' everything | |
And nothin' much | |
Oh, look beyond.... | |
Past the cities edge | |
Where the horizon dips | |
And all the strip mall hookers | |
Show promotion clips | |
And life: the movie | |
Portrays us working stiffs | |
As wastrels on | |
Watch ourselves again | |
On some wasted trip | |
Givin' up on love | |
Just for the fuck of it | |
Oh life: the movie, | |
So easy to forget | |
The angels and aliens, are restless, | |
Ain' t gonna' stay | |
They' re countin' down the days | |
Till they leave us alone | |
Can' t see them anyway | |
Electric colours, cut a swath | |
But leave no trace | |
Why do we advertise, | |
That we have lost this race? | |
If we were proud, we' d hide | |
But since we' ve lost | |
Watch ourselves again | |
Let' s call the whole thing off | |
Life : the movie ends | |
When the villain says | |
That he will apprehend | |
But then rides off instead | |
Let us drown in peace | |
Life: the movie, showin' | |
Six and onehalf days a week | |
Life: the movie endin' | |
When they kick us hard | |
To make sure we' re dead | |
And not just dreamin' | |
The truth of our lies | |
The thrill of our wrongs | |
Are these the last things on earth, | |
That still turn us on? | |
And in a crash | |
We' ll feel the flash | |
Don' t forget to breathe | |
Don' t forget to laugh | |
Look beyond | |
Watch ourselves again | |
Life: the movie' s on | |
In every single town | |
Life: the movie plays | |
' Til we finally beg | |
Let us bleed all day | |
the last hurray | |
The last hurrah | |
A forecast of our times | |
I refuse to fall | |
You' ll choose t' just go blind | |
When life: the movie plays | |
I' ll turn away..... I' ll put out my eyes |
zuò cí : Eckman | |
Why do you whisper? | |
It' s true, true lovers whisper | |
Or don' t say anything | |
At all | |
The greatest story never told | |
Both of us are feelin' old | |
Been feelin' everything | |
And nothin' much | |
Oh, look beyond.... | |
Past the cities edge | |
Where the horizon dips | |
And all the strip mall hookers | |
Show promotion clips | |
And life: the movie | |
Portrays us working stiffs | |
As wastrels on | |
Watch ourselves again | |
On some wasted trip | |
Givin' up on love | |
Just for the fuck of it | |
Oh life: the movie, | |
So easy to forget | |
The angels and aliens, are restless, | |
Ain' t gonna' stay | |
They' re countin' down the days | |
Till they leave us alone | |
Can' t see them anyway | |
Electric colours, cut a swath | |
But leave no trace | |
Why do we advertise, | |
That we have lost this race? | |
If we were proud, we' d hide | |
But since we' ve lost | |
Watch ourselves again | |
Let' s call the whole thing off | |
Life : the movie ends | |
When the villain says | |
That he will apprehend | |
But then rides off instead | |
Let us drown in peace | |
Life: the movie, showin' | |
Six and onehalf days a week | |
Life: the movie endin' | |
When they kick us hard | |
To make sure we' re dead | |
And not just dreamin' | |
The truth of our lies | |
The thrill of our wrongs | |
Are these the last things on earth, | |
That still turn us on? | |
And in a crash | |
We' ll feel the flash | |
Don' t forget to breathe | |
Don' t forget to laugh | |
Look beyond | |
Watch ourselves again | |
Life: the movie' s on | |
In every single town | |
Life: the movie plays | |
' Til we finally beg | |
Let us bleed all day | |
the last hurray | |
The last hurrah | |
A forecast of our times | |
I refuse to fall | |
You' ll choose t' just go blind | |
When life: the movie plays | |
I' ll turn away..... I' ll put out my eyes |