Song | The Bag |
Artist | NOFX |
Album | White Trash, Two Heebs and a Bean |
作词 : Fat Mike | |
Endless evenings of non-exist | |
Are getting shorter, monotonous | |
Like an intruder, | |
I belong outside | |
Although I find myself right back | |
The same place | |
I was before | |
Saying things | |
I'd say once more | |
There's no reason for me to be here, no | |
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends | |
Who are talking at me, saying things | |
I couldn't care less about this dialogue is without | |
Worth, content, significance | |
Conversational ambivalence | |
Hear the same things every night , it just ain't right | |
To be left holding the bag | |
Give me something | |
I can sink my teeth into | |
Show me a time, tell me a story | |
That I haven't heard a million times before | |
I pass out from boredom as | |
I watch the people pass | |
I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating | |
Are we all living for the past, never realizing | |
We're clinging to an empty bag | |
Lacking content, significance | |
Conversational ambivalence | |
Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right | |
We'll see who's left holding the bag |
zuò cí : Fat Mike | |
Endless evenings of nonexist | |
Are getting shorter, monotonous | |
Like an intruder, | |
I belong outside | |
Although I find myself right back | |
The same place | |
I was before | |
Saying things | |
I' d say once more | |
There' s no reason for me to be here, no | |
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends | |
Who are talking at me, saying things | |
I couldn' t care less about this dialogue is without | |
Worth, content, significance | |
Conversational ambivalence | |
Hear the same things every night , it just ain' t right | |
To be left holding the bag | |
Give me something | |
I can sink my teeth into | |
Show me a time, tell me a story | |
That I haven' t heard a million times before | |
I pass out from boredom as | |
I watch the people pass | |
I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating | |
Are we all living for the past, never realizing | |
We' re clinging to an empty bag | |
Lacking content, significance | |
Conversational ambivalence | |
Say the same thing every night, it just ain' t right | |
We' ll see who' s left holding the bag |