Song | New Millionaires |
Artist | Latin Quarter |
Album | Modern Times |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jeffries, Jones | |
You can spend a cheque in a morning | |
And go hungry the same afternoon. | |
Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm | |
Are the quarters of the moon. | |
You know for every one way to sit up | |
There must be five hundred ways to beg. | |
And how can you ever be a man of standing | |
With a chain wrapped around your legs. | |
Just like Arbogast on the top two stairs | |
You're waiting for a carver to come cutting through your cares. | |
Living on your savings, saving up your prayers | |
Come on down, the new millionaires. | |
The famous say walk in their footsteps | |
But don't you go tread on their toes. | |
And if you wait for luck to open up | |
You'll be waiting there to see it close. | |
Well I think it was viscount | |
Or it might have been a prince | |
When he said enjoy your leisure |
zuo qu : Jeffries, Jones | |
You can spend a cheque in a morning | |
And go hungry the same afternoon. | |
Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm | |
Are the quarters of the moon. | |
You know for every one way to sit up | |
There must be five hundred ways to beg. | |
And how can you ever be a man of standing | |
With a chain wrapped around your legs. | |
Just like Arbogast on the top two stairs | |
You' re waiting for a carver to come cutting through your cares. | |
Living on your savings, saving up your prayers | |
Come on down, the new millionaires. | |
The famous say walk in their footsteps | |
But don' t you go tread on their toes. | |
And if you wait for luck to open up | |
You' ll be waiting there to see it close. | |
Well I think it was viscount | |
Or it might have been a prince | |
When he said enjoy your leisure |
zuò qǔ : Jeffries, Jones | |
You can spend a cheque in a morning | |
And go hungry the same afternoon. | |
Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm | |
Are the quarters of the moon. | |
You know for every one way to sit up | |
There must be five hundred ways to beg. | |
And how can you ever be a man of standing | |
With a chain wrapped around your legs. | |
Just like Arbogast on the top two stairs | |
You' re waiting for a carver to come cutting through your cares. | |
Living on your savings, saving up your prayers | |
Come on down, the new millionaires. | |
The famous say walk in their footsteps | |
But don' t you go tread on their toes. | |
And if you wait for luck to open up | |
You' ll be waiting there to see it close. | |
Well I think it was viscount | |
Or it might have been a prince | |
When he said enjoy your leisure |