Song | Teenangels Outsiders |
Artist | Hanoi Rocks |
Album | Oriental Beat |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McCoy, Monroe | |
Me and Jimmy we went out on the streets, | |
There was no place for us in the society | |
We were selling stolen bikes in the backyards, | |
Smashed windows and fights in the bar, | |
They tried to catch us but we went too far | |
We had whiskey in a jar, | |
And there never was no reason why ' | |
Cause we were wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
We gotta break out of our cage | |
And get to know how it feels, | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
How we ran on the roofs at night, | |
Just Jimmy and me | |
Some people are losing and crying, | |
They only care about living and dying | |
Talk about this whole damn world, | |
And still come up laughin' | |
They called us bums wearin' filthy rags, | |
We used to steal old ladies' bags | |
Teenangels outsiders, | |
We were the naughty boys | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
When Jimmy drove off the street | |
And died in his | |
Cadillac, | |
Well he was wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Well me and the boys we're off the track, | |
And never lookin' back | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
We gotta get out of this place | |
And get to know how it feels, | |
Really wild and free, | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Well much to fast to live a long life, | |
Much too young to die | |
We we're laughin' and singing, | |
And doing all the things | |
That we used to do before |
zuo ci : McCoy, Monroe | |
Me and Jimmy we went out on the streets, | |
There was no place for us in the society | |
We were selling stolen bikes in the backyards, | |
Smashed windows and fights in the bar, | |
They tried to catch us but we went too far | |
We had whiskey in a jar, | |
And there never was no reason why ' | |
Cause we were wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
We gotta break out of our cage | |
And get to know how it feels, | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
How we ran on the roofs at night, | |
Just Jimmy and me | |
Some people are losing and crying, | |
They only care about living and dying | |
Talk about this whole damn world, | |
And still come up laughin' | |
They called us bums wearin' filthy rags, | |
We used to steal old ladies' bags | |
Teenangels outsiders, | |
We were the naughty boys | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
When Jimmy drove off the street | |
And died in his | |
Cadillac, | |
Well he was wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Well me and the boys we' re off the track, | |
And never lookin' back | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
We gotta get out of this place | |
And get to know how it feels, | |
Really wild and free, | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Well much to fast to live a long life, | |
Much too young to die | |
We we' re laughin' and singing, | |
And doing all the things | |
That we used to do before |
zuò cí : McCoy, Monroe | |
Me and Jimmy we went out on the streets, | |
There was no place for us in the society | |
We were selling stolen bikes in the backyards, | |
Smashed windows and fights in the bar, | |
They tried to catch us but we went too far | |
We had whiskey in a jar, | |
And there never was no reason why ' | |
Cause we were wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
We gotta break out of our cage | |
And get to know how it feels, | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
How we ran on the roofs at night, | |
Just Jimmy and me | |
Some people are losing and crying, | |
They only care about living and dying | |
Talk about this whole damn world, | |
And still come up laughin' | |
They called us bums wearin' filthy rags, | |
We used to steal old ladies' bags | |
Teenangels outsiders, | |
We were the naughty boys | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
When Jimmy drove off the street | |
And died in his | |
Cadillac, | |
Well he was wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Well me and the boys we' re off the track, | |
And never lookin' back | |
Wild and free, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
We gotta get out of this place | |
And get to know how it feels, | |
Really wild and free, | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Well much to fast to live a long life, | |
Much too young to die | |
We we' re laughin' and singing, | |
And doing all the things | |
That we used to do before |