Song | Bag of Hammers |
Artist | Thao |
Album | We Brave Bee Stings and All |
作曲 : Nguyen | |
I am all in a ball | |
In your front yard | |
I have this bag of hammers | |
And I won't ask to come in | |
'Cause I have sold everything | |
Still I have, have got some manners | |
And there's a hole in your head | |
Spilled your thoughts on the floor | |
We wanted you bad | |
You wanted it more | |
The trick is | |
You do not get on that interstate bus | |
The catch is | |
You stay and see what becomes of us | |
Shake shake shake | |
Shake the frame of this house | |
Distress the wood | |
Make it shout | |
And as sharp as I sting | |
As sharp as I sing | |
It still soothes you | |
Doesn't it? | |
Like a lick of ice cream | |
I am all in a ball | |
In your front yard | |
I have this bag of hammers | |
And I won't ask to come in | |
'Cause I have sold everything | |
Still I have, have got some manners | |
Shake shake shake | |
Shake the frame of this house | |
Distress the wood | |
Make it shout | |
And as sharp as I sting | |
As sharp as I sing | |
It still soothes you | |
Doesn't it? | |
Like a lick of ice cream |
zuò qǔ : Nguyen | |
I am all in a ball | |
In your front yard | |
I have this bag of hammers | |
And I won' t ask to come in | |
' Cause I have sold everything | |
Still I have, have got some manners | |
And there' s a hole in your head | |
Spilled your thoughts on the floor | |
We wanted you bad | |
You wanted it more | |
The trick is | |
You do not get on that interstate bus | |
The catch is | |
You stay and see what becomes of us | |
Shake shake shake | |
Shake the frame of this house | |
Distress the wood | |
Make it shout | |
And as sharp as I sting | |
As sharp as I sing | |
It still soothes you | |
Doesn' t it? | |
Like a lick of ice cream | |
I am all in a ball | |
In your front yard | |
I have this bag of hammers | |
And I won' t ask to come in | |
' Cause I have sold everything | |
Still I have, have got some manners | |
Shake shake shake | |
Shake the frame of this house | |
Distress the wood | |
Make it shout | |
And as sharp as I sting | |
As sharp as I sing | |
It still soothes you | |
Doesn' t it? | |
Like a lick of ice cream |