Song | Lusitania |
Artist | Andrew Bird |
Album | Break It Yourself |
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作曲 : Andrew bird | |
作词 : Andrew bird | |
If you loosen liable lips | |
You keep sinking all my ships | |
Oh then you're the one who sank my Lusitania | |
But somehow it don't register as pain, at all | |
Till it finds our crooked vain | |
It should help | |
Oh let's not remember the Maine | |
Oh-oh-oh ooo | |
You laid mines along your shore | |
Oh no ooo | |
Through my hull they ripped and tore | |
Oh ooo | |
We don't study this war no more | |
So we let our backbone slip | |
Till the arc spits from my fingertips | |
And we'll become a hazard in the rain | |
Boy we'll get charged out in the lane | |
And there's a 60-cycle hum | |
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there's no shame | |
There's no shame | |
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there's no shame | |
Oh-oh-oh ooo | |
You lay your mines along your shore | |
No ooo | |
Through my heart you've ripped and torn | |
Oh ooo | |
We don't study this war no more |
zuo qu : Andrew bird | |
zuo ci : Andrew bird | |
If you loosen liable lips | |
You keep sinking all my ships | |
Oh then you' re the one who sank my Lusitania | |
But somehow it don' t register as pain, at all | |
Till it finds our crooked vain | |
It should help | |
Oh let' s not remember the Maine | |
Ohohoh ooo | |
You laid mines along your shore | |
Oh no ooo | |
Through my hull they ripped and tore | |
Oh ooo | |
We don' t study this war no more | |
So we let our backbone slip | |
Till the arc spits from my fingertips | |
And we' ll become a hazard in the rain | |
Boy we' ll get charged out in the lane | |
And there' s a 60cycle hum | |
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there' s no shame | |
There' s no shame | |
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there' s no shame | |
Ohohoh ooo | |
You lay your mines along your shore | |
No ooo | |
Through my heart you' ve ripped and torn | |
Oh ooo | |
We don' t study this war no more |
zuò qǔ : Andrew bird | |
zuò cí : Andrew bird | |
If you loosen liable lips | |
You keep sinking all my ships | |
Oh then you' re the one who sank my Lusitania | |
But somehow it don' t register as pain, at all | |
Till it finds our crooked vain | |
It should help | |
Oh let' s not remember the Maine | |
Ohohoh ooo | |
You laid mines along your shore | |
Oh no ooo | |
Through my hull they ripped and tore | |
Oh ooo | |
We don' t study this war no more | |
So we let our backbone slip | |
Till the arc spits from my fingertips | |
And we' ll become a hazard in the rain | |
Boy we' ll get charged out in the lane | |
And there' s a 60cycle hum | |
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there' s no shame | |
There' s no shame | |
Go ahead, say something dumb boy, there' s no shame | |
Ohohoh ooo | |
You lay your mines along your shore | |
No ooo | |
Through my heart you' ve ripped and torn | |
Oh ooo | |
We don' t study this war no more |