Song | The Best of Jill Hives |
Artist | Guided by Voices |
Album | Earthquake Glue |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Pollard | |
Paid up, weathered, and type-O | |
Clad in gladstone, watch him go | |
Swimming ‘neath the microscope | |
Hello lonely, bless the nation | |
Mister skip to all or none | |
Wooden soldiers fall upon | |
Try to find what makes her tick | |
While they're finding out what makes them sick | |
I don't know where you find your nerve | |
I don't know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
Been around and left you flat | |
Tragically decided that | |
Every child of God's a brat | |
And she's dying to escape them | |
But do we really need to see | |
All her punchdrunk history? | |
And which of it might hold the key | |
For the exit to her destiny? | |
I don't know where you get your nerve | |
I don't know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
I don't know where you find your nerve | |
I don't know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
Number one in all our souls | |
Trifle in a crystal bowl | |
Fill it up with nine to five | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives |
zuo ci : Pollard | |
Paid up, weathered, and typeO | |
Clad in gladstone, watch him go | |
Swimming ' neath the microscope | |
Hello lonely, bless the nation | |
Mister skip to all or none | |
Wooden soldiers fall upon | |
Try to find what makes her tick | |
While they' re finding out what makes them sick | |
I don' t know where you find your nerve | |
I don' t know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
Been around and left you flat | |
Tragically decided that | |
Every child of God' s a brat | |
And she' s dying to escape them | |
But do we really need to see | |
All her punchdrunk history? | |
And which of it might hold the key | |
For the exit to her destiny? | |
I don' t know where you get your nerve | |
I don' t know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
I don' t know where you find your nerve | |
I don' t know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
Number one in all our souls | |
Trifle in a crystal bowl | |
Fill it up with nine to five | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives |
zuò cí : Pollard | |
Paid up, weathered, and typeO | |
Clad in gladstone, watch him go | |
Swimming ' neath the microscope | |
Hello lonely, bless the nation | |
Mister skip to all or none | |
Wooden soldiers fall upon | |
Try to find what makes her tick | |
While they' re finding out what makes them sick | |
I don' t know where you find your nerve | |
I don' t know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
Been around and left you flat | |
Tragically decided that | |
Every child of God' s a brat | |
And she' s dying to escape them | |
But do we really need to see | |
All her punchdrunk history? | |
And which of it might hold the key | |
For the exit to her destiny? | |
I don' t know where you get your nerve | |
I don' t know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
I don' t know where you find your nerve | |
I don' t know how you choose your words | |
Speak the ones that suit you worst | |
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed | |
Circle the ones that come alive | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives | |
Number one in all our souls | |
Trifle in a crystal bowl | |
Fill it up with nine to five | |
Save them for the best of Jill Hives |