| Song | Magdalene Lane |
| Artist | Don McLean |
| Album | Tapestry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McLean | |
| The angels are lost in the city of stars the wise men are down on their knees. | |
| And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars when he's sure that you can't find the keys. | |
| And the ladies on | |
| Magdalene lane all worship the sun and the sand. | |
| And the migrants who come can't complain for this is their promised land. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| MGM studios can't make the nut they're auctioning | |
| Dorothy's shoes. | |
| Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut and | |
| I've got the parking lot blues. | |
| The wizard brought benzadrine smiles and he never let | |
| Dorothy doze. | |
| She died as she walked down the aisle and all that remains is her clothes. | |
| Over the rainbow a | |
| Kansas tornado can twist up a little girl´s head. | |
| Aunt Em's on relief and the tinman's a thief and even the wizard can't wake the dead. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights but there's no one to listen or learn. | |
| And the savior performs for the prophet's delight while dissenters are banished or burned. | |
| And the heretics beg to be heard but the savior's on tour for the week. | |
| Salvation is found in his word if only he'd learn how to speak. | |
| And Lincoln is laughing with | |
| Amos 'n' Andy concerning the | |
| Great Civil | |
| War. And Paul | |
| Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps while revolution's knocking at his door. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| Magdalene | |
| Lane is the red light domain where everyone's soul is for sale. | |
| A piece of your heart will do for a start but you can send us the rest in the mail. | |
| For we have our own families to feed and we can't let them starve just for you. | |
| Well, we'd rather not watch while you bleed so come back in an hour when you're through. | |
| It's just another city full of sorrow, it makes no difference why | |
| I came. I only know | |
| I'm leaving here tomorrow and only the motel man knows my name. |
| zuo qu : McLean | |
| The angels are lost in the city of stars the wise men are down on their knees. | |
| And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars when he' s sure that you can' t find the keys. | |
| And the ladies on | |
| Magdalene lane all worship the sun and the sand. | |
| And the migrants who come can' t complain for this is their promised land. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| MGM studios can' t make the nut they' re auctioning | |
| Dorothy' s shoes. | |
| Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut and | |
| I' ve got the parking lot blues. | |
| The wizard brought benzadrine smiles and he never let | |
| Dorothy doze. | |
| She died as she walked down the aisle and all that remains is her clothes. | |
| Over the rainbow a | |
| Kansas tornado can twist up a little girl s head. | |
| Aunt Em' s on relief and the tinman' s a thief and even the wizard can' t wake the dead. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights but there' s no one to listen or learn. | |
| And the savior performs for the prophet' s delight while dissenters are banished or burned. | |
| And the heretics beg to be heard but the savior' s on tour for the week. | |
| Salvation is found in his word if only he' d learn how to speak. | |
| And Lincoln is laughing with | |
| Amos ' n' Andy concerning the | |
| Great Civil | |
| War. And Paul | |
| Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps while revolution' s knocking at his door. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| Magdalene | |
| Lane is the red light domain where everyone' s soul is for sale. | |
| A piece of your heart will do for a start but you can send us the rest in the mail. | |
| For we have our own families to feed and we can' t let them starve just for you. | |
| Well, we' d rather not watch while you bleed so come back in an hour when you' re through. | |
| It' s just another city full of sorrow, it makes no difference why | |
| I came. I only know | |
| I' m leaving here tomorrow and only the motel man knows my name. |
| zuò qǔ : McLean | |
| The angels are lost in the city of stars the wise men are down on their knees. | |
| And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars when he' s sure that you can' t find the keys. | |
| And the ladies on | |
| Magdalene lane all worship the sun and the sand. | |
| And the migrants who come can' t complain for this is their promised land. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| MGM studios can' t make the nut they' re auctioning | |
| Dorothy' s shoes. | |
| Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut and | |
| I' ve got the parking lot blues. | |
| The wizard brought benzadrine smiles and he never let | |
| Dorothy doze. | |
| She died as she walked down the aisle and all that remains is her clothes. | |
| Over the rainbow a | |
| Kansas tornado can twist up a little girl s head. | |
| Aunt Em' s on relief and the tinman' s a thief and even the wizard can' t wake the dead. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights but there' s no one to listen or learn. | |
| And the savior performs for the prophet' s delight while dissenters are banished or burned. | |
| And the heretics beg to be heard but the savior' s on tour for the week. | |
| Salvation is found in his word if only he' d learn how to speak. | |
| And Lincoln is laughing with | |
| Amos ' n' Andy concerning the | |
| Great Civil | |
| War. And Paul | |
| Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps while revolution' s knocking at his door. | |
| La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. | |
| Magdalene | |
| Lane is the red light domain where everyone' s soul is for sale. | |
| A piece of your heart will do for a start but you can send us the rest in the mail. | |
| For we have our own families to feed and we can' t let them starve just for you. | |
| Well, we' d rather not watch while you bleed so come back in an hour when you' re through. | |
| It' s just another city full of sorrow, it makes no difference why | |
| I came. I only know | |
| I' m leaving here tomorrow and only the motel man knows my name. |