Song | Rude Awakenings |
Artist | Dropkick Murphys |
Album | The Meanest of Times |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
The bed was still warm where I slept | |
From these hours I wish to forget | |
With the night still fresh on my breath | |
I awoke to the grim face of death | |
I thought it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
As I crawled across the floor for the door | |
From one room I don't know to the next | |
There was nothing familiar around | |
And it just ain't my style to leave the seat down | |
I pulled on my clothes still half in a dream | |
As I struggled with my conscience & a multidirectional stream | |
(What ya take her for) | |
I buried my loneliness with her for the night | |
Then I left with new symptoms no antidepressant could cure | |
(What ya take her for) | |
She took me for all I was worth | |
May I remind you that ain't much at all | |
A meaningless gesture in the meanest of times | |
As it turns out you weren't worth the call | |
I though it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
But now I'm left with a daily reminder of you | |
With equal surprise she opened her eyes | |
Sat up & shouted "for christ sakes who the hell are you!" | |
(What she take ya for) | |
She cooked me my breakfast then called me a cab | |
Shoved me out the door & threw the five dollar | |
Fare in my face | |
(What she take ya for) | |
She took me for all I was worth | |
May I remind you that ain't much at all | |
A meaningless gesture in the meanest of times | |
As it turns out you weren't worth the call | |
I though it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
But now I'm left with a daily reminder of you |
zuo qu : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
The bed was still warm where I slept | |
From these hours I wish to forget | |
With the night still fresh on my breath | |
I awoke to the grim face of death | |
I thought it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
As I crawled across the floor for the door | |
From one room I don' t know to the next | |
There was nothing familiar around | |
And it just ain' t my style to leave the seat down | |
I pulled on my clothes still half in a dream | |
As I struggled with my conscience a multidirectional stream | |
What ya take her for | |
I buried my loneliness with her for the night | |
Then I left with new symptoms no antidepressant could cure | |
What ya take her for | |
She took me for all I was worth | |
May I remind you that ain' t much at all | |
A meaningless gesture in the meanest of times | |
As it turns out you weren' t worth the call | |
I though it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
But now I' m left with a daily reminder of you | |
With equal surprise she opened her eyes | |
Sat up shouted " for christ sakes who the hell are you!" | |
What she take ya for | |
She cooked me my breakfast then called me a cab | |
Shoved me out the door threw the five dollar | |
Fare in my face | |
What she take ya for | |
She took me for all I was worth | |
May I remind you that ain' t much at all | |
A meaningless gesture in the meanest of times | |
As it turns out you weren' t worth the call | |
I though it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
But now I' m left with a daily reminder of you |
zuò qǔ : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
The bed was still warm where I slept | |
From these hours I wish to forget | |
With the night still fresh on my breath | |
I awoke to the grim face of death | |
I thought it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
As I crawled across the floor for the door | |
From one room I don' t know to the next | |
There was nothing familiar around | |
And it just ain' t my style to leave the seat down | |
I pulled on my clothes still half in a dream | |
As I struggled with my conscience a multidirectional stream | |
What ya take her for | |
I buried my loneliness with her for the night | |
Then I left with new symptoms no antidepressant could cure | |
What ya take her for | |
She took me for all I was worth | |
May I remind you that ain' t much at all | |
A meaningless gesture in the meanest of times | |
As it turns out you weren' t worth the call | |
I though it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
But now I' m left with a daily reminder of you | |
With equal surprise she opened her eyes | |
Sat up shouted " for christ sakes who the hell are you!" | |
What she take ya for | |
She cooked me my breakfast then called me a cab | |
Shoved me out the door threw the five dollar | |
Fare in my face | |
What she take ya for | |
She took me for all I was worth | |
May I remind you that ain' t much at all | |
A meaningless gesture in the meanest of times | |
As it turns out you weren' t worth the call | |
I though it was all just a nightmare | |
I guess it was true | |
But now I' m left with a daily reminder of you |