Song | Johnny Mathis' Feet |
Artist | American Music Club |
Album | Mercury |
作词 : Eitzel | |
I lay all my songs at Johnny Mathis' feet | |
I said, "Johnny tell me | |
Can you tell me how to live? | |
All my hopes are unraveling and I just lost my lease | |
On my house without love, doors, or windows | |
Without peace." | |
And with a wave of his jewel-encrusted hand | |
Across the glittering Las Vegas scene he said, | |
"You gotta learn how to disappear in the silk and amphetamine." | |
Johnny looked at my songs and he said, | |
"Well at first guess, never in my life | |
Have I ever seen such a mess. | |
Why do you say everything as if you were a thief? | |
Like what you've stolen has no value | |
Like what you preach is far from belief?" | |
And with a wave of his red white and blue hand | |
Across the glittering Hollywood scene he said, | |
"You gotta learn how to disappear in the silk and amphetamine." | |
Johnny looked at my old collection of punk rock posters | |
Anonymous scenes of disaffection choas and torture | |
And he said, "You were on the right track | |
But you're a lamb jumping for the knife." | |
He said, "A real showman knows how | |
to disappear in the spotlight." |
zuò cí : Eitzel | |
I lay all my songs at Johnny Mathis' feet | |
I said, " Johnny tell me | |
Can you tell me how to live? | |
All my hopes are unraveling and I just lost my lease | |
On my house without love, doors, or windows | |
Without peace." | |
And with a wave of his jewelencrusted hand | |
Across the glittering Las Vegas scene he said, | |
" You gotta learn how to disappear in the silk and amphetamine." | |
Johnny looked at my songs and he said, | |
" Well at first guess, never in my life | |
Have I ever seen such a mess. | |
Why do you say everything as if you were a thief? | |
Like what you' ve stolen has no value | |
Like what you preach is far from belief?" | |
And with a wave of his red white and blue hand | |
Across the glittering Hollywood scene he said, | |
" You gotta learn how to disappear in the silk and amphetamine." | |
Johnny looked at my old collection of punk rock posters | |
Anonymous scenes of disaffection choas and torture | |
And he said, " You were on the right track | |
But you' re a lamb jumping for the knife." | |
He said, " A real showman knows how | |
to disappear in the spotlight." |