Song | Steak 'n' Sabre |
Artist | Frank Black |
Album | Frank Black & The Catholics |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Black | |
I was sitting at a table | |
Down at the steak 'n' sabre | |
With cain and abel | |
The circumstance was a different kind of world | |
We were laughing and drinking | |
The universe was shrinking | |
I was thinking, man, that's a different kind of world | |
Down at the steak 'n' sabre | |
Like trobarianders | |
Don't you understand that's a different kind of world | |
I was swimming in bali | |
When i got swallowed | |
By something hollow | |
We were going down to a different kind of world | |
Where they talk like plato | |
And sweet potatoes growing all around in a different kind of world | |
Right down in the shallows | |
And the wind it blows | |
Don't you know that's a different kind of world |
zuo ci : Black | |
I was sitting at a table | |
Down at the steak ' n' sabre | |
With cain and abel | |
The circumstance was a different kind of world | |
We were laughing and drinking | |
The universe was shrinking | |
I was thinking, man, that' s a different kind of world | |
Down at the steak ' n' sabre | |
Like trobarianders | |
Don' t you understand that' s a different kind of world | |
I was swimming in bali | |
When i got swallowed | |
By something hollow | |
We were going down to a different kind of world | |
Where they talk like plato | |
And sweet potatoes growing all around in a different kind of world | |
Right down in the shallows | |
And the wind it blows | |
Don' t you know that' s a different kind of world |
zuò cí : Black | |
I was sitting at a table | |
Down at the steak ' n' sabre | |
With cain and abel | |
The circumstance was a different kind of world | |
We were laughing and drinking | |
The universe was shrinking | |
I was thinking, man, that' s a different kind of world | |
Down at the steak ' n' sabre | |
Like trobarianders | |
Don' t you understand that' s a different kind of world | |
I was swimming in bali | |
When i got swallowed | |
By something hollow | |
We were going down to a different kind of world | |
Where they talk like plato | |
And sweet potatoes growing all around in a different kind of world | |
Right down in the shallows | |
And the wind it blows | |
Don' t you know that' s a different kind of world |