Song | Not So Academic |
Artist | Eugene McGuinness |
Album | Eugene McGuinness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McGuinness | |
I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
I terminate at Bethnal Green | |
I'd shake hands with the devil | |
To get where I want to be | |
Because I feel my soul | |
Swell through my brain | |
And spit tears out my eyes | |
When I hit the refrain | |
And lately I just daydream | |
A social outcast in my tower | |
If only all men had the courage | |
They too could be cowards | |
They could feel their souls | |
Swell through their brains | |
And spit tears out their eyes | |
Again and again | |
When they hit the refrain | |
But mother I'm not so academic | |
I'm not so academic but I love | |
I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
I spend my days on the echoing green | |
Come thunder frightening | |
Or dumb white lightning-flooded | |
Couldashouldawouldofbeens | |
Out of control | |
Out of sync | |
Everywhere but the bowl | |
Everywhere but the kitchen sink | |
Mother I'm not so academic | |
Mother I'm not so academic but I love |
zuo qu : McGuinness | |
I' m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
I terminate at Bethnal Green | |
I' d shake hands with the devil | |
To get where I want to be | |
Because I feel my soul | |
Swell through my brain | |
And spit tears out my eyes | |
When I hit the refrain | |
And lately I just daydream | |
A social outcast in my tower | |
If only all men had the courage | |
They too could be cowards | |
They could feel their souls | |
Swell through their brains | |
And spit tears out their eyes | |
Again and again | |
When they hit the refrain | |
But mother I' m not so academic | |
I' m not so academic but I love | |
I' m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
I spend my days on the echoing green | |
Come thunder frightening | |
Or dumb white lightningflooded | |
Couldashouldawouldofbeens | |
Out of control | |
Out of sync | |
Everywhere but the bowl | |
Everywhere but the kitchen sink | |
Mother I' m not so academic | |
Mother I' m not so academic but I love |
zuò qǔ : McGuinness | |
I' m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
I terminate at Bethnal Green | |
I' d shake hands with the devil | |
To get where I want to be | |
Because I feel my soul | |
Swell through my brain | |
And spit tears out my eyes | |
When I hit the refrain | |
And lately I just daydream | |
A social outcast in my tower | |
If only all men had the courage | |
They too could be cowards | |
They could feel their souls | |
Swell through their brains | |
And spit tears out their eyes | |
Again and again | |
When they hit the refrain | |
But mother I' m not so academic | |
I' m not so academic but I love | |
I' m a rogue, saint and a scoundrel | |
I spend my days on the echoing green | |
Come thunder frightening | |
Or dumb white lightningflooded | |
Couldashouldawouldofbeens | |
Out of control | |
Out of sync | |
Everywhere but the bowl | |
Everywhere but the kitchen sink | |
Mother I' m not so academic | |
Mother I' m not so academic but I love |