| Song | Running Out Of Ink |
| Artist | Barenaked Ladies |
| Album | Barenaked Ladies Are Men |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Page, Robertson | |
| I stopped into a club | |
| I thought | |
| I'd see a show | |
| Everyone was there | |
| At least everyone | |
| I know Their knickers in a knot | |
| Their hands upon their heart | |
| The best they'd ever seen | |
| The greatest work of art | |
| I wished that it was me.... | |
| It's bleaker than you think | |
| I'm running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| A party at a friend's | |
| Toronto's coolest scene | |
| I thought | |
| I'd bring a tape | |
| To show them where | |
| I'd been And listen for a while | |
| The lyrics made them smile | |
| They said that it was fine | |
| Although it's not the style | |
| I said it wasn't me | |
| Once upon a time | |
| I couldn't get enough | |
| Until I made it big | |
| And that's when it got rough | |
| Dissapointed now | |
| Perhaps a bit surprised | |
| To look them in the face | |
| And see it in their eyes | |
| They wish it wasn't me | |
| It's bleaker than you think | |
| I'm running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| I used to hold you close | |
| You used to tell me things | |
| You never told a soul | |
| Until you heard me sing | |
| The details of your life | |
| Condensed into a song | |
| The neighbor and his wife | |
| Work out and sing along | |
| And you can't look at me | |
| It's bleaker than you think | |
| I'm running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| Could song be an alibi | |
| A lyric replacement for falling in love | |
| But now that the well is dry | |
| I can't understand what | |
| I've been singing of... | |
| Do you know what it is to love? | |
| To really love? | |
| To really love.... | |
| Do I? I cycled by your house | |
| I saw you on the lawn | |
| I see you all the time | |
| Now that you are gone | |
| I tried to call your name | |
| But something made me stop | |
| I call you once a day | |
| Until you call the cops | |
| And told them it was me | |
| I filled a plastic bag with everything | |
| I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float. | |
| The water made it sink the bag was bleeding ink. | |
| I wished that | |
| I could swim | |
| I wished that | |
| I could drink | |
| I wished that it was me. | |
| It's bleaker than you think | |
| I'm running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| I'm running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| To drive a man to drink |
| zuo ci : Page, Robertson | |
| I stopped into a club | |
| I thought | |
| I' d see a show | |
| Everyone was there | |
| At least everyone | |
| I know Their knickers in a knot | |
| Their hands upon their heart | |
| The best they' d ever seen | |
| The greatest work of art | |
| I wished that it was me.... | |
| It' s bleaker than you think | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| A party at a friend' s | |
| Toronto' s coolest scene | |
| I thought | |
| I' d bring a tape | |
| To show them where | |
| I' d been And listen for a while | |
| The lyrics made them smile | |
| They said that it was fine | |
| Although it' s not the style | |
| I said it wasn' t me | |
| Once upon a time | |
| I couldn' t get enough | |
| Until I made it big | |
| And that' s when it got rough | |
| Dissapointed now | |
| Perhaps a bit surprised | |
| To look them in the face | |
| And see it in their eyes | |
| They wish it wasn' t me | |
| It' s bleaker than you think | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| I used to hold you close | |
| You used to tell me things | |
| You never told a soul | |
| Until you heard me sing | |
| The details of your life | |
| Condensed into a song | |
| The neighbor and his wife | |
| Work out and sing along | |
| And you can' t look at me | |
| It' s bleaker than you think | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| Could song be an alibi | |
| A lyric replacement for falling in love | |
| But now that the well is dry | |
| I can' t understand what | |
| I' ve been singing of... | |
| Do you know what it is to love? | |
| To really love? | |
| To really love.... | |
| Do I? I cycled by your house | |
| I saw you on the lawn | |
| I see you all the time | |
| Now that you are gone | |
| I tried to call your name | |
| But something made me stop | |
| I call you once a day | |
| Until you call the cops | |
| And told them it was me | |
| I filled a plastic bag with everything | |
| I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float. | |
| The water made it sink the bag was bleeding ink. | |
| I wished that | |
| I could swim | |
| I wished that | |
| I could drink | |
| I wished that it was me. | |
| It' s bleaker than you think | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| To drive a man to drink |
| zuò cí : Page, Robertson | |
| I stopped into a club | |
| I thought | |
| I' d see a show | |
| Everyone was there | |
| At least everyone | |
| I know Their knickers in a knot | |
| Their hands upon their heart | |
| The best they' d ever seen | |
| The greatest work of art | |
| I wished that it was me.... | |
| It' s bleaker than you think | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| A party at a friend' s | |
| Toronto' s coolest scene | |
| I thought | |
| I' d bring a tape | |
| To show them where | |
| I' d been And listen for a while | |
| The lyrics made them smile | |
| They said that it was fine | |
| Although it' s not the style | |
| I said it wasn' t me | |
| Once upon a time | |
| I couldn' t get enough | |
| Until I made it big | |
| And that' s when it got rough | |
| Dissapointed now | |
| Perhaps a bit surprised | |
| To look them in the face | |
| And see it in their eyes | |
| They wish it wasn' t me | |
| It' s bleaker than you think | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| I used to hold you close | |
| You used to tell me things | |
| You never told a soul | |
| Until you heard me sing | |
| The details of your life | |
| Condensed into a song | |
| The neighbor and his wife | |
| Work out and sing along | |
| And you can' t look at me | |
| It' s bleaker than you think | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| Could song be an alibi | |
| A lyric replacement for falling in love | |
| But now that the well is dry | |
| I can' t understand what | |
| I' ve been singing of... | |
| Do you know what it is to love? | |
| To really love? | |
| To really love.... | |
| Do I? I cycled by your house | |
| I saw you on the lawn | |
| I see you all the time | |
| Now that you are gone | |
| I tried to call your name | |
| But something made me stop | |
| I call you once a day | |
| Until you call the cops | |
| And told them it was me | |
| I filled a plastic bag with everything | |
| I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float. | |
| The water made it sink the bag was bleeding ink. | |
| I wished that | |
| I could swim | |
| I wished that | |
| I could drink | |
| I wished that it was me. | |
| It' s bleaker than you think | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| I' m running out of ink | |
| Give a guy a break | |
| This is what it takes | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| To drive a man to drink | |
| To drive a man to drink |