Song | Junk Bond Trader |
Artist | Elliott Smith |
Album | Figure 8 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Smith |
[00:28.240] | the imitation picks you up like a habit |
[00:32.050] | riding in the glow of the tv static |
[00:35.970] | taking out the trash to the man |
[00:39.710] | give the people something they understand |
[00:43.020] | mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile |
[00:46.480] | junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock |
[00:50.110] | rich man in a poor mans clothes |
[00:53.650] | the permanent installment of the daily dose |
[01:10.960] | and you tell me, ";fool, you tell it like it is"; |
[01:15.690] | your walls gone wider than your head trip is |
[01:19.160] | checking into a small reality |
[01:22.450] | void as a drug you take too regularly |
[01:26.600] | the apple needs to laugh; the broken crutch |
[01:29.890] | the first two folded at the slightest touch |
[01:34.020] | brought down like an old hotel |
[01:36.830] | people digging through the rubble for things they can resell |
[01:41.610] | ";happy holidays,"; said sid the saviour |
[01:48.500] | believe in love i still favour |
[01:55.180] | i wont take your medicine |
[01:59.330] | i dont need a remedy |
[02:02.920] | to be everything im supposed to be |
[02:09.460] | i dont want nobody else |
[02:13.530] | i can do it by myself |
[02:16.540] | were meant to be together |
[02:51.950] | now im a policeman directing traffic |
[02:55.710] | keeping everything moving, everything static |
[02:59.630] | im the hitchhiker you recognize passing |
[03:03.330] | on your way to some everlasting... |
[03:07.670] | better sell it while you can |
[03:14.540] | better sell it while you can |
[03:21.700] | better sell it while you can |
[03:28.780] | better sell it while you can |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Smith |
[00:28.240] | the imitation picks you up like a habit |
[00:32.050] | riding in the glow of the tv static |
[00:35.970] | taking out the trash to the man |
[00:39.710] | give the people something they understand |
[00:43.020] | mistake a nervous flash for a fineline smile |
[00:46.480] | junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock |
[00:50.110] | rich man in a poor mans clothes |
[00:53.650] | the permanent installment of the daily dose |
[01:10.960] | and you tell me, " fool, you tell it like it is" |
[01:15.690] | your walls gone wider than your head trip is |
[01:19.160] | checking into a small reality |
[01:22.450] | void as a drug you take too regularly |
[01:26.600] | the apple needs to laugh the broken crutch |
[01:29.890] | the first two folded at the slightest touch |
[01:34.020] | brought down like an old hotel |
[01:36.830] | people digging through the rubble for things they can resell |
[01:41.610] | " happy holidays," said sid the saviour |
[01:48.500] | believe in love i still favour |
[01:55.180] | i wont take your medicine |
[01:59.330] | i dont need a remedy |
[02:02.920] | to be everything im supposed to be |
[02:09.460] | i dont want nobody else |
[02:13.530] | i can do it by myself |
[02:16.540] | were meant to be together |
[02:51.950] | now im a policeman directing traffic |
[02:55.710] | keeping everything moving, everything static |
[02:59.630] | im the hitchhiker you recognize passing |
[03:03.330] | on your way to some everlasting... |
[03:07.670] | better sell it while you can |
[03:14.540] | better sell it while you can |
[03:21.700] | better sell it while you can |
[03:28.780] | better sell it while you can |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Smith |
[00:28.240] | the imitation picks you up like a habit |
[00:32.050] | riding in the glow of the tv static |
[00:35.970] | taking out the trash to the man |
[00:39.710] | give the people something they understand |
[00:43.020] | mistake a nervous flash for a fineline smile |
[00:46.480] | junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock |
[00:50.110] | rich man in a poor mans clothes |
[00:53.650] | the permanent installment of the daily dose |
[01:10.960] | and you tell me, " fool, you tell it like it is" |
[01:15.690] | your walls gone wider than your head trip is |
[01:19.160] | checking into a small reality |
[01:22.450] | void as a drug you take too regularly |
[01:26.600] | the apple needs to laugh the broken crutch |
[01:29.890] | the first two folded at the slightest touch |
[01:34.020] | brought down like an old hotel |
[01:36.830] | people digging through the rubble for things they can resell |
[01:41.610] | " happy holidays," said sid the saviour |
[01:48.500] | believe in love i still favour |
[01:55.180] | i wont take your medicine |
[01:59.330] | i dont need a remedy |
[02:02.920] | to be everything im supposed to be |
[02:09.460] | i dont want nobody else |
[02:13.530] | i can do it by myself |
[02:16.540] | were meant to be together |
[02:51.950] | now im a policeman directing traffic |
[02:55.710] | keeping everything moving, everything static |
[02:59.630] | im the hitchhiker you recognize passing |
[03:03.330] | on your way to some everlasting... |
[03:07.670] | better sell it while you can |
[03:14.540] | better sell it while you can |
[03:21.700] | better sell it while you can |
[03:28.780] | better sell it while you can |