Song | Fingers Fall |
Artist | Ass Ponys |
Album | The Okra Years |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ass Ponys | |
Doctor, doctor, where's the doctor | |
Wringing wet the woman hollers | |
Bandage wrapped around her hand | |
Collapses as they run to help her | |
Help her up and offer water | |
Did somebody call the doctor | |
Loud machines so foreign to her | |
Sent her splashing red against the wall | |
As her fingers fall | |
In the back a black piano | |
Sits in silence what do we know | |
Of it's past and of a time | |
And of the place it occupied | |
In the parlor with the daughter | |
Playing for her drunken father | |
Listening until he cried | |
You hear it echo out into the hall | |
As her fingers fall | |
In a bra and underwear | |
She's balanced now upon a chair | |
A letter written, tucked inside | |
A paperback, the rope is tied | |
Around her neck and through the rafters | |
This is it. she'll show the bastards | |
Everything she said was true | |
And now she'll be the envy of them all | |
As her fingers fall |
zuo qu : Ass Ponys | |
Doctor, doctor, where' s the doctor | |
Wringing wet the woman hollers | |
Bandage wrapped around her hand | |
Collapses as they run to help her | |
Help her up and offer water | |
Did somebody call the doctor | |
Loud machines so foreign to her | |
Sent her splashing red against the wall | |
As her fingers fall | |
In the back a black piano | |
Sits in silence what do we know | |
Of it' s past and of a time | |
And of the place it occupied | |
In the parlor with the daughter | |
Playing for her drunken father | |
Listening until he cried | |
You hear it echo out into the hall | |
As her fingers fall | |
In a bra and underwear | |
She' s balanced now upon a chair | |
A letter written, tucked inside | |
A paperback, the rope is tied | |
Around her neck and through the rafters | |
This is it. she' ll show the bastards | |
Everything she said was true | |
And now she' ll be the envy of them all | |
As her fingers fall |
zuò qǔ : Ass Ponys | |
Doctor, doctor, where' s the doctor | |
Wringing wet the woman hollers | |
Bandage wrapped around her hand | |
Collapses as they run to help her | |
Help her up and offer water | |
Did somebody call the doctor | |
Loud machines so foreign to her | |
Sent her splashing red against the wall | |
As her fingers fall | |
In the back a black piano | |
Sits in silence what do we know | |
Of it' s past and of a time | |
And of the place it occupied | |
In the parlor with the daughter | |
Playing for her drunken father | |
Listening until he cried | |
You hear it echo out into the hall | |
As her fingers fall | |
In a bra and underwear | |
She' s balanced now upon a chair | |
A letter written, tucked inside | |
A paperback, the rope is tied | |
Around her neck and through the rafters | |
This is it. she' ll show the bastards | |
Everything she said was true | |
And now she' ll be the envy of them all | |
As her fingers fall |