Song | Justify The Thrill |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Straight On Till Morning |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chandler Kinchla & John Popper | |
作词 : Blues Traveler, Kinchla ... | |
Break away, break away | |
Blink on and nod | |
Carelessly with matches play | |
Telling you, you're odd | |
Foolishly, he lets it burn | |
Aware of different shapes | |
And so he makes his hand a fist | |
And never looks at what he rapes | |
And who am | |
I to say I don't understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way? | |
I willSing a song of sixty pence | |
For a pocket full of rye | |
And kill all that you represents | |
To ensure that he will die | |
Chase him from the public square | |
Or hang him from a tree | |
And tell his kind they best beware | |
Because he's different from me | |
And who am | |
I to say, | |
I don't understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way? | |
I willTwinkle, twinkle little star | |
We have you in our sights | |
Dangerous, we come this far | |
The serpent giggles with delight | |
The pigs head on a stick does grin | |
As we teeter on the brink | |
He's singin', you are all my children | |
My islands bigger than you think | |
And who am | |
I to say I don't understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way? | |
I willI will, ah | |
I willI will |
zuo qu : Chandler Kinchla John Popper | |
zuo ci : Blues Traveler, Kinchla ... | |
Break away, break away | |
Blink on and nod | |
Carelessly with matches play | |
Telling you, you' re odd | |
Foolishly, he lets it burn | |
Aware of different shapes | |
And so he makes his hand a fist | |
And never looks at what he rapes | |
And who am | |
I to say I don' t understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who' d be stupid enough to say it doesn' t have to be that way? | |
I willSing a song of sixty pence | |
For a pocket full of rye | |
And kill all that you represents | |
To ensure that he will die | |
Chase him from the public square | |
Or hang him from a tree | |
And tell his kind they best beware | |
Because he' s different from me | |
And who am | |
I to say, | |
I don' t understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who' d be stupid enough to say it doesn' t have to be that way? | |
I willTwinkle, twinkle little star | |
We have you in our sights | |
Dangerous, we come this far | |
The serpent giggles with delight | |
The pigs head on a stick does grin | |
As we teeter on the brink | |
He' s singin', you are all my children | |
My islands bigger than you think | |
And who am | |
I to say I don' t understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who' d be stupid enough to say it doesn' t have to be that way? | |
I willI will, ah | |
I willI will |
zuò qǔ : Chandler Kinchla John Popper | |
zuò cí : Blues Traveler, Kinchla ... | |
Break away, break away | |
Blink on and nod | |
Carelessly with matches play | |
Telling you, you' re odd | |
Foolishly, he lets it burn | |
Aware of different shapes | |
And so he makes his hand a fist | |
And never looks at what he rapes | |
And who am | |
I to say I don' t understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who' d be stupid enough to say it doesn' t have to be that way? | |
I willSing a song of sixty pence | |
For a pocket full of rye | |
And kill all that you represents | |
To ensure that he will die | |
Chase him from the public square | |
Or hang him from a tree | |
And tell his kind they best beware | |
Because he' s different from me | |
And who am | |
I to say, | |
I don' t understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who' d be stupid enough to say it doesn' t have to be that way? | |
I willTwinkle, twinkle little star | |
We have you in our sights | |
Dangerous, we come this far | |
The serpent giggles with delight | |
The pigs head on a stick does grin | |
As we teeter on the brink | |
He' s singin', you are all my children | |
My islands bigger than you think | |
And who am | |
I to say I don' t understand it? | |
And if feelin' better justifies the thrill | |
An' who' d be stupid enough to say it doesn' t have to be that way? | |
I willI will, ah | |
I willI will |