| 作词 : ASHBY, ROMY/DESTRI, JIMMY/HARRY, DEBORAH/IVEY, ARTIS JR./STEIN, CHRISTOPHER | |
| There's no sin in this, getting dressed to kill | |
| Laughing down the sun like a jackal will | |
| With his eyes ablaze, yeah, and his lips apart | |
| He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart | |
| And drink it up till the morning starts | |
| Circulate the red light mistress | |
| Get the girls and get their sisters | |
| Pinch em’ up and give em’ blisters | |
| Kiss em’ fierce with all his might forever | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge | |
| Waiting for me to fall but then | |
| I got a call | |
| It said, wait hold up homie, you must be trippin’ | |
| You can't be putting that sippin’ and whippin’ up in your pippin' | |
| You better stand tall, fool you was born to ball | |
| Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all | |
| You've been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt | |
| Take your place in the front, put your hand on the pump | |
| And it's right in your grasp man | |
| I know they're laughing but you'll be laughing later' | |
| Cuz time's are gonna get greater | |
| You's a player and when | |
| I say player | |
| I mean player 'cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player | |
| Who's gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who's gonna cry over you? | |
| Who's gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who's gonna cry over you? | |
| Put yourself in your position | |
| You ain't wantin’ no fight no food | |
| Ain't no want and no light | |
| So you must be doing all right | |
| But wait a minute, something's wrong | |
| It's lunatic it's mad insane busted like a water main | |
| Indulgence in another vein | |
| What they're saying round the neighborhood | |
| Is what he's drinking's not aged in wood | |
| He's filling out | |
| He's all blowed up | |
| He's all blowed up | |
| He's gotten fat | |
| He's filling out | |
| He's all blowed up | |
| He's all blowed up | |
| He's gotten fat | |
| And sure enough at the midnight lounge | |
| There's a dent in the seat where the vampire sat | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Living dead is doing time | |
| Like drowning on the circle line | |
| Who's gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who's gonna cry over you? | |
| Who's gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who's gonna cry over you? | |
| Who's gonna cry over you? | |
| Cry over you? | |
| Tell me would they lie for you? | |
| Die for you? | |
| You're hoping that it's true for you do for you fool | |
| But who's gonna cry? | |
| Who’s gonna cry |
| zuo ci : ASHBY, ROMY DESTRI, JIMMY HARRY, DEBORAH IVEY, ARTIS JR. STEIN, CHRISTOPHER | |
| There' s no sin in this, getting dressed to kill | |
| Laughing down the sun like a jackal will | |
| With his eyes ablaze, yeah, and his lips apart | |
| He' s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart | |
| And drink it up till the morning starts | |
| Circulate the red light mistress | |
| Get the girls and get their sisters | |
| Pinch em' up and give em' blisters | |
| Kiss em' fierce with all his might forever | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge | |
| Waiting for me to fall but then | |
| I got a call | |
| It said, wait hold up homie, you must be trippin' | |
| You can' t be putting that sippin' and whippin' up in your pippin' | |
| You better stand tall, fool you was born to ball | |
| Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all | |
| You' ve been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt | |
| Take your place in the front, put your hand on the pump | |
| And it' s right in your grasp man | |
| I know they' re laughing but you' ll be laughing later' | |
| Cuz time' s are gonna get greater | |
| You' s a player and when | |
| I say player | |
| I mean player ' cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player | |
| Who' s gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Who' s gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Put yourself in your position | |
| You ain' t wantin' no fight no food | |
| Ain' t no want and no light | |
| So you must be doing all right | |
| But wait a minute, something' s wrong | |
| It' s lunatic it' s mad insane busted like a water main | |
| Indulgence in another vein | |
| What they' re saying round the neighborhood | |
| Is what he' s drinking' s not aged in wood | |
| He' s filling out | |
| He' s all blowed up | |
| He' s all blowed up | |
| He' s gotten fat | |
| He' s filling out | |
| He' s all blowed up | |
| He' s all blowed up | |
| He' s gotten fat | |
| And sure enough at the midnight lounge | |
| There' s a dent in the seat where the vampire sat | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Living dead is doing time | |
| Like drowning on the circle line | |
| Who' s gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Who' s gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Cry over you? | |
| Tell me would they lie for you? | |
| Die for you? | |
| You' re hoping that it' s true for you do for you fool | |
| But who' s gonna cry? | |
| Who' s gonna cry |
| zuò cí : ASHBY, ROMY DESTRI, JIMMY HARRY, DEBORAH IVEY, ARTIS JR. STEIN, CHRISTOPHER | |
| There' s no sin in this, getting dressed to kill | |
| Laughing down the sun like a jackal will | |
| With his eyes ablaze, yeah, and his lips apart | |
| He' s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart | |
| And drink it up till the morning starts | |
| Circulate the red light mistress | |
| Get the girls and get their sisters | |
| Pinch em' up and give em' blisters | |
| Kiss em' fierce with all his might forever | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge | |
| Waiting for me to fall but then | |
| I got a call | |
| It said, wait hold up homie, you must be trippin' | |
| You can' t be putting that sippin' and whippin' up in your pippin' | |
| You better stand tall, fool you was born to ball | |
| Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all | |
| You' ve been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt | |
| Take your place in the front, put your hand on the pump | |
| And it' s right in your grasp man | |
| I know they' re laughing but you' ll be laughing later' | |
| Cuz time' s are gonna get greater | |
| You' s a player and when | |
| I say player | |
| I mean player ' cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player | |
| Who' s gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Who' s gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Put yourself in your position | |
| You ain' t wantin' no fight no food | |
| Ain' t no want and no light | |
| So you must be doing all right | |
| But wait a minute, something' s wrong | |
| It' s lunatic it' s mad insane busted like a water main | |
| Indulgence in another vein | |
| What they' re saying round the neighborhood | |
| Is what he' s drinking' s not aged in wood | |
| He' s filling out | |
| He' s all blowed up | |
| He' s all blowed up | |
| He' s gotten fat | |
| He' s filling out | |
| He' s all blowed up | |
| He' s all blowed up | |
| He' s gotten fat | |
| And sure enough at the midnight lounge | |
| There' s a dent in the seat where the vampire sat | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Bye, bye to another life | |
| Living dead is doing time | |
| Like drowning on the circle line | |
| Who' s gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Who' s gonna cry for ya? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Who' s gonna cry over you? | |
| Cry over you? | |
| Tell me would they lie for you? | |
| Die for you? | |
| You' re hoping that it' s true for you do for you fool | |
| But who' s gonna cry? | |
| Who' s gonna cry |
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