Song | Trembling Peacock |
Artist | Destroyer |
Album | This Night |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Destroyer | |
Relax, trembling peacock... | |
No, I wasn't born to rock... | |
Oh, I was just plain born... | |
And then I kind of grew and then, well... | |
Vancouver made me, | |
I guess it's true... | |
Sired to the | |
House of Lords (these days they call them 'Co-Op Boards'), | |
And now it's in my royal blood | |
To vote and vote and vote and vote | |
On things that never change... | |
Gods give and gods give our gifts away... | |
Settle down, trembling peacock... | |
No, I wasn't sent to rock you... | |
Oh, I just kind of came... | |
And then I withdrew and then, well... | |
I guess the rest of you already knew... | |
Sired to the | |
House of Lords | |
On the day they declared it bankrupt and | |
Now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt, | |
Children at play get hurt, | |
And wars are won from a foxhole... | |
The inner world of a dove is complex, | |
I'm telling you... | |
Lovers of the air, beware... | |
But for us it's real simple... | |
Look - shot through with arrows, | |
A chest full of sparrows, | |
Gonna show you the way to my heart... |
zuo qu : Destroyer | |
Relax, trembling peacock... | |
No, I wasn' t born to rock... | |
Oh, I was just plain born... | |
And then I kind of grew and then, well... | |
Vancouver made me, | |
I guess it' s true... | |
Sired to the | |
House of Lords these days they call them ' CoOp Boards', | |
And now it' s in my royal blood | |
To vote and vote and vote and vote | |
On things that never change... | |
Gods give and gods give our gifts away... | |
Settle down, trembling peacock... | |
No, I wasn' t sent to rock you... | |
Oh, I just kind of came... | |
And then I withdrew and then, well... | |
I guess the rest of you already knew... | |
Sired to the | |
House of Lords | |
On the day they declared it bankrupt and | |
Now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt, | |
Children at play get hurt, | |
And wars are won from a foxhole... | |
The inner world of a dove is complex, | |
I' m telling you... | |
Lovers of the air, beware... | |
But for us it' s real simple... | |
Look shot through with arrows, | |
A chest full of sparrows, | |
Gonna show you the way to my heart... |
zuò qǔ : Destroyer | |
Relax, trembling peacock... | |
No, I wasn' t born to rock... | |
Oh, I was just plain born... | |
And then I kind of grew and then, well... | |
Vancouver made me, | |
I guess it' s true... | |
Sired to the | |
House of Lords these days they call them ' CoOp Boards', | |
And now it' s in my royal blood | |
To vote and vote and vote and vote | |
On things that never change... | |
Gods give and gods give our gifts away... | |
Settle down, trembling peacock... | |
No, I wasn' t sent to rock you... | |
Oh, I just kind of came... | |
And then I withdrew and then, well... | |
I guess the rest of you already knew... | |
Sired to the | |
House of Lords | |
On the day they declared it bankrupt and | |
Now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt, | |
Children at play get hurt, | |
And wars are won from a foxhole... | |
The inner world of a dove is complex, | |
I' m telling you... | |
Lovers of the air, beware... | |
But for us it' s real simple... | |
Look shot through with arrows, | |
A chest full of sparrows, | |
Gonna show you the way to my heart... |