作词 : Easdale | |
What are they doing here? | |
Something so familiar to my ears | |
Well they move like ancient science fiction on | |
the vacuum screen | |
And they sing of love and loneliness and | |
different shades of green | |
Drownin in a lake of tears | |
Seems like they've been doing it for years | |
Ringing in my ears | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Well we listen on in silence, memorizing line and verse | |
Though the poetry is awful and the imagery is worse | |
Doesen't it seem absurd? | |
Little children learning every single word | |
And they mimic words and phrases of a | |
hundred years ago | |
and observe a moments silence for the guy who | |
wrote Hey Joe | |
Matthew said it best at Janes | |
Though the maidens gone, her innocence remains | |
We sing on in chains | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Well I'm laughing at the waitress and they're | |
starving in the street | |
And they're charging more for wonder and | |
they're burning fields of wheat | |
Am I crazy, was it really only 20 years ago? | |
Or more or less, I'm not so sure | |
Raised on Classic Rock | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da |
zuo ci : Easdale | |
What are they doing here? | |
Something so familiar to my ears | |
Well they move like ancient science fiction on | |
the vacuum screen | |
And they sing of love and loneliness and | |
different shades of green | |
Drownin in a lake of tears | |
Seems like they' ve been doing it for years | |
Ringing in my ears | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Well we listen on in silence, memorizing line and verse | |
Though the poetry is awful and the imagery is worse | |
Doesen' t it seem absurd? | |
Little children learning every single word | |
And they mimic words and phrases of a | |
hundred years ago | |
and observe a moments silence for the guy who | |
wrote Hey Joe | |
Matthew said it best at Janes | |
Though the maidens gone, her innocence remains | |
We sing on in chains | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Well I' m laughing at the waitress and they' re | |
starving in the street | |
And they' re charging more for wonder and | |
they' re burning fields of wheat | |
Am I crazy, was it really only 20 years ago? | |
Or more or less, I' m not so sure | |
Raised on Classic Rock | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da |
zuò cí : Easdale | |
What are they doing here? | |
Something so familiar to my ears | |
Well they move like ancient science fiction on | |
the vacuum screen | |
And they sing of love and loneliness and | |
different shades of green | |
Drownin in a lake of tears | |
Seems like they' ve been doing it for years | |
Ringing in my ears | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Well we listen on in silence, memorizing line and verse | |
Though the poetry is awful and the imagery is worse | |
Doesen' t it seem absurd? | |
Little children learning every single word | |
And they mimic words and phrases of a | |
hundred years ago | |
and observe a moments silence for the guy who | |
wrote Hey Joe | |
Matthew said it best at Janes | |
Though the maidens gone, her innocence remains | |
We sing on in chains | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Well I' m laughing at the waitress and they' re | |
starving in the street | |
And they' re charging more for wonder and | |
they' re burning fields of wheat | |
Am I crazy, was it really only 20 years ago? | |
Or more or less, I' m not so sure | |
Raised on Classic Rock | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da | |
Bob ba da bop ba da ba da |