Song | Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks |
Artist | Los Campesinos! |
Album | Hold On Now, Youngster... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Team Campesinos! | |
When the smaller picture | |
Is the same as the bigger picture | |
You know that you're ****ed | |
When you're trading paper cuts for splinters | |
You're out of luck | |
Like sharks don't sleep | |
And I don't take my eyes off you | |
The architecture's shit | |
And my cheeks are all ruddy and bruised | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head (And if we're trading paper) | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (cuts for splinters) | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over | |
(We've paid off the judges and we're taking advantage) | |
And the buildings ornate but it's lacking in soul and character | |
(Pleading our defence in binary a smiley apology montage) | |
We're burning five storey buildings laying man traps at the fire exits | |
(Like dignity is equal to desperation and self effacement) | |
Playing feedback over tannoy systems. You look Desperate! You Look Pathetic! | |
(We're holding on to our own grandeur with careful compliment placement) | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head (And if we're trading paper) | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (cuts for splinters) | |
It hits as hard as a blow to the head (And if we're trading paper) | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (cuts for splinters) | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head (And if we're trading paper) | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (cuts for splinters) | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head (And if we're trading paper) | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest (cuts for splinters) | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
One blink for yes, two blinks for no. | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone |
zuo qu : Team Campesinos! | |
When the smaller picture | |
Is the same as the bigger picture | |
You know that you' re ed | |
When you' re trading paper cuts for splinters | |
You' re out of luck | |
Like sharks don' t sleep | |
And I don' t take my eyes off you | |
The architecture' s shit | |
And my cheeks are all ruddy and bruised | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over | |
We' ve paid off the judges and we' re taking advantage | |
And the buildings ornate but it' s lacking in soul and character | |
Pleading our defence in binary a smiley apology montage | |
We' re burning five storey buildings laying man traps at the fire exits | |
Like dignity is equal to desperation and self effacement | |
Playing feedback over tannoy systems. You look Desperate! You Look Pathetic! | |
We' re holding on to our own grandeur with careful compliment placement | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
It hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
One blink for yes, two blinks for no. | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone |
zuò qǔ : Team Campesinos! | |
When the smaller picture | |
Is the same as the bigger picture | |
You know that you' re ed | |
When you' re trading paper cuts for splinters | |
You' re out of luck | |
Like sharks don' t sleep | |
And I don' t take my eyes off you | |
The architecture' s shit | |
And my cheeks are all ruddy and bruised | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over | |
We' ve paid off the judges and we' re taking advantage | |
And the buildings ornate but it' s lacking in soul and character | |
Pleading our defence in binary a smiley apology montage | |
We' re burning five storey buildings laying man traps at the fire exits | |
Like dignity is equal to desperation and self effacement | |
Playing feedback over tannoy systems. You look Desperate! You Look Pathetic! | |
We' re holding on to our own grandeur with careful compliment placement | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
It hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
And it hits as hard as a blow to the head And if we' re trading paper | |
Or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest cuts for splinters | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks | |
Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow Oh tomorrow | |
One blink for yes, two blinks for no. | |
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone |