Song | Adopduction |
Artist | Les Savy Fav |
Album | Go Forth |
作曲 : Butler, Harrington, Haynes ... | |
Kidnapped! | |
I was kidnapped. | |
I dreamed I was kidnapped. | |
By a guy with a moustache | |
And a chick with an eyepatch | |
Who though they could trade me back | |
For some quick cash. | |
But when they relayed the bargain | |
My family said, | |
"we'll pay half that" | |
The haggling went on for days, | |
The days went on for weeks | |
And weeks for years. | |
Riding in the trunk was never fun | |
But soon I plum ran out of tears. | |
They camped us in the woods | |
We cooked canned goods | |
They never threatened me with pain. | |
They treated cops politely | |
Driving nightly | |
Always using coded names. | |
So if slowly I could trust them | |
Dare I say it even love them | |
Who's to blame. | |
I learned my alphabet | |
And letterset while setting up | |
My latest ransom note. | |
They got me correspondence classes, | |
Got me glasses, | |
Gave me dropcloths in the cold. | |
My fondest memories | |
Are from my hostage crises | |
I know it's strange. | |
Although we got so close | |
You know they never even | |
Told me their real names. |
zuò qǔ : Butler, Harrington, Haynes ... | |
Kidnapped! | |
I was kidnapped. | |
I dreamed I was kidnapped. | |
By a guy with a moustache | |
And a chick with an eyepatch | |
Who though they could trade me back | |
For some quick cash. | |
But when they relayed the bargain | |
My family said, | |
" we' ll pay half that" | |
The haggling went on for days, | |
The days went on for weeks | |
And weeks for years. | |
Riding in the trunk was never fun | |
But soon I plum ran out of tears. | |
They camped us in the woods | |
We cooked canned goods | |
They never threatened me with pain. | |
They treated cops politely | |
Driving nightly | |
Always using coded names. | |
So if slowly I could trust them | |
Dare I say it even love them | |
Who' s to blame. | |
I learned my alphabet | |
And letterset while setting up | |
My latest ransom note. | |
They got me correspondence classes, | |
Got me glasses, | |
Gave me dropcloths in the cold. | |
My fondest memories | |
Are from my hostage crises | |
I know it' s strange. | |
Although we got so close | |
You know they never even | |
Told me their real names. |