Song | Mouth Almighty |
Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
Album | Punch The Clock |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Costello | |
This town belongs to you and your tricks of confidence | |
All the pavements for miles around are littered with your footprints | |
Now every girl I get close to seems to be wearing your perfume | |
And the clock strikes the letters of your name | |
Both midnight and noon | |
But I used to shoot my mouth off | |
Till you'd had enough of me | |
Once or twice nightly | |
I know I've got my faults | |
And among them I can't control my tongue | |
But if you didn't believe me | |
Why did you have to leave me | |
With my mouth almighty | |
Mouth almighty, that's what I've got | |
Mouth almighty telling you what's what | |
Mouth almighty | |
I wish I'd never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I'd never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I'd never opened my mouth almighty | |
So I threw away the rose and held onto the thorn | |
Crawling 'round with my crooner cufflinks and my calling card cologne | |
But the realization of being replaced starts to tell tales across my face | |
Without a soul to talk to or a hair out of place | |
But I used to shoot my mouth off | |
Till you'd had enough of me | |
Once or twice nightly | |
I know I've got my faults | |
And among them I can't control my tongue | |
But if you didn't believe me | |
Why did you have to leave me | |
With my mouth almighty | |
Mouth almighty, that's what I've got | |
Mouth almighty telling you what's what | |
Mouth almighty | |
I wish I'd never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I'd never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I'd never opened my mouth almighty |
zuo qu : Costello | |
This town belongs to you and your tricks of confidence | |
All the pavements for miles around are littered with your footprints | |
Now every girl I get close to seems to be wearing your perfume | |
And the clock strikes the letters of your name | |
Both midnight and noon | |
But I used to shoot my mouth off | |
Till you' d had enough of me | |
Once or twice nightly | |
I know I' ve got my faults | |
And among them I can' t control my tongue | |
But if you didn' t believe me | |
Why did you have to leave me | |
With my mouth almighty | |
Mouth almighty, that' s what I' ve got | |
Mouth almighty telling you what' s what | |
Mouth almighty | |
I wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
So I threw away the rose and held onto the thorn | |
Crawling ' round with my crooner cufflinks and my calling card cologne | |
But the realization of being replaced starts to tell tales across my face | |
Without a soul to talk to or a hair out of place | |
But I used to shoot my mouth off | |
Till you' d had enough of me | |
Once or twice nightly | |
I know I' ve got my faults | |
And among them I can' t control my tongue | |
But if you didn' t believe me | |
Why did you have to leave me | |
With my mouth almighty | |
Mouth almighty, that' s what I' ve got | |
Mouth almighty telling you what' s what | |
Mouth almighty | |
I wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty |
zuò qǔ : Costello | |
This town belongs to you and your tricks of confidence | |
All the pavements for miles around are littered with your footprints | |
Now every girl I get close to seems to be wearing your perfume | |
And the clock strikes the letters of your name | |
Both midnight and noon | |
But I used to shoot my mouth off | |
Till you' d had enough of me | |
Once or twice nightly | |
I know I' ve got my faults | |
And among them I can' t control my tongue | |
But if you didn' t believe me | |
Why did you have to leave me | |
With my mouth almighty | |
Mouth almighty, that' s what I' ve got | |
Mouth almighty telling you what' s what | |
Mouth almighty | |
I wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
So I threw away the rose and held onto the thorn | |
Crawling ' round with my crooner cufflinks and my calling card cologne | |
But the realization of being replaced starts to tell tales across my face | |
Without a soul to talk to or a hair out of place | |
But I used to shoot my mouth off | |
Till you' d had enough of me | |
Once or twice nightly | |
I know I' ve got my faults | |
And among them I can' t control my tongue | |
But if you didn' t believe me | |
Why did you have to leave me | |
With my mouth almighty | |
Mouth almighty, that' s what I' ve got | |
Mouth almighty telling you what' s what | |
Mouth almighty | |
I wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty | |
Wish I' d never opened my mouth almighty |