| 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 |