Song | The Ballad of the Sin Eater |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | Hearts of Oak |
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作曲 : Leo | |
When you run, digger, runner, listener, thief | |
You carry it all with you | |
Today I woke up uncertain | |
And you know that gives me the fits | |
So I left this land of fungible convictions | |
Because it seemed like the pits | |
When I say convictions | |
I mean it's something to abjure | |
And when I say uncertain | |
I mean to doubt I'll not turn out a caricature | |
So I set off in search of my forebears | |
'Cause my forbearance was in need | |
But the only job I could get in dear old Blighty | |
Was working on the railway between Selby and Leeds | |
So I took a ferry to Belfast | |
Where I had cause to think | |
They wanted none of my armchair convictions | |
But nobody seemed to mind when I was putting on the drinks | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you 'cause you're guilty | |
So I stayed out all night in Ibixa | |
By way of San Sebastian | |
Where they said "yankee, you better watch what you're saying | |
Unless you're saying it in Basque or in Catalan" | |
So all the way east to Novi-Sad | |
Nary a bridge was to be seen | |
But mother Russia, she laid her pontoons on down | |
So I crossed over, if you know what I mean | |
Then on the road to Damascus | |
Yes, the scales, they fell from my eyes | |
And the simplest lesson I learned at the mount of olives | |
That everybody lies | |
And the French foreign legion | |
You know they did their best | |
But I never believed in T.E. Lawrence | |
So how the hell could I believe in Beau Gest? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
So I spent a night in Kigali | |
In a five diamond hotel | |
Where maybe someday they'll to the watusi | |
On down in Hutu hell | |
I fell in with a merchant marine | |
Who promised to take me home | |
But when I woke up all beaten and bloodied | |
I couldn't tell if it was Jersey or Sierra Leone | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you 'cause you're guilty | |
So, you didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now would you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
And the knocking in my head | |
Just like the knocking at my door | |
And maybe it was me or maybe it was my brother | |
But either me or me and him went down to the bar | |
Where I got seven powers in me | |
For to give me the cure | |
When seven powers failed to spin me | |
I had to get me seven more | |
And when I say me | |
I mean my brain | |
And when I say give me the cure | |
I mean to kill the pain | |
And when I say kill the pain | |
I mean to get the devil out | |
And when I say devil | |
I mean the manifestation of doubt | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you 'cause you're guilty | |
So, you didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn't think they could hate you, now would you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you |
zuo qu : Leo | |
When you run, digger, runner, listener, thief | |
You carry it all with you | |
Today I woke up uncertain | |
And you know that gives me the fits | |
So I left this land of fungible convictions | |
Because it seemed like the pits | |
When I say convictions | |
I mean it' s something to abjure | |
And when I say uncertain | |
I mean to doubt I' ll not turn out a caricature | |
So I set off in search of my forebears | |
' Cause my forbearance was in need | |
But the only job I could get in dear old Blighty | |
Was working on the railway between Selby and Leeds | |
So I took a ferry to Belfast | |
Where I had cause to think | |
They wanted none of my armchair convictions | |
But nobody seemed to mind when I was putting on the drinks | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
So I stayed out all night in Ibixa | |
By way of San Sebastian | |
Where they said " yankee, you better watch what you' re saying | |
Unless you' re saying it in Basque or in Catalan" | |
So all the way east to NoviSad | |
Nary a bridge was to be seen | |
But mother Russia, she laid her pontoons on down | |
So I crossed over, if you know what I mean | |
Then on the road to Damascus | |
Yes, the scales, they fell from my eyes | |
And the simplest lesson I learned at the mount of olives | |
That everybody lies | |
And the French foreign legion | |
You know they did their best | |
But I never believed in T. E. Lawrence | |
So how the hell could I believe in Beau Gest? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
So I spent a night in Kigali | |
In a five diamond hotel | |
Where maybe someday they' ll to the watusi | |
On down in Hutu hell | |
I fell in with a merchant marine | |
Who promised to take me home | |
But when I woke up all beaten and bloodied | |
I couldn' t tell if it was Jersey or Sierra Leone | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
So, you didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now would you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
And the knocking in my head | |
Just like the knocking at my door | |
And maybe it was me or maybe it was my brother | |
But either me or me and him went down to the bar | |
Where I got seven powers in me | |
For to give me the cure | |
When seven powers failed to spin me | |
I had to get me seven more | |
And when I say me | |
I mean my brain | |
And when I say give me the cure | |
I mean to kill the pain | |
And when I say kill the pain | |
I mean to get the devil out | |
And when I say devil | |
I mean the manifestation of doubt | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
So, you didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now would you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
When you run, digger, runner, listener, thief | |
You carry it all with you | |
Today I woke up uncertain | |
And you know that gives me the fits | |
So I left this land of fungible convictions | |
Because it seemed like the pits | |
When I say convictions | |
I mean it' s something to abjure | |
And when I say uncertain | |
I mean to doubt I' ll not turn out a caricature | |
So I set off in search of my forebears | |
' Cause my forbearance was in need | |
But the only job I could get in dear old Blighty | |
Was working on the railway between Selby and Leeds | |
So I took a ferry to Belfast | |
Where I had cause to think | |
They wanted none of my armchair convictions | |
But nobody seemed to mind when I was putting on the drinks | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
So I stayed out all night in Ibixa | |
By way of San Sebastian | |
Where they said " yankee, you better watch what you' re saying | |
Unless you' re saying it in Basque or in Catalan" | |
So all the way east to NoviSad | |
Nary a bridge was to be seen | |
But mother Russia, she laid her pontoons on down | |
So I crossed over, if you know what I mean | |
Then on the road to Damascus | |
Yes, the scales, they fell from my eyes | |
And the simplest lesson I learned at the mount of olives | |
That everybody lies | |
And the French foreign legion | |
You know they did their best | |
But I never believed in T. E. Lawrence | |
So how the hell could I believe in Beau Gest? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
So I spent a night in Kigali | |
In a five diamond hotel | |
Where maybe someday they' ll to the watusi | |
On down in Hutu hell | |
I fell in with a merchant marine | |
Who promised to take me home | |
But when I woke up all beaten and bloodied | |
I couldn' t tell if it was Jersey or Sierra Leone | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
So, you didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now would you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you | |
And the knocking in my head | |
Just like the knocking at my door | |
And maybe it was me or maybe it was my brother | |
But either me or me and him went down to the bar | |
Where I got seven powers in me | |
For to give me the cure | |
When seven powers failed to spin me | |
I had to get me seven more | |
And when I say me | |
I mean my brain | |
And when I say give me the cure | |
I mean to kill the pain | |
And when I say kill the pain | |
I mean to get the devil out | |
And when I say devil | |
I mean the manifestation of doubt | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, they hate you ' cause you' re guilty | |
So, you didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now did you? | |
You didn' t think they could hate you, now would you? | |
Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake, they hate you |