Song | A Man Alone |
Artist | Finch |
Album | Say Hello To Sunshine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Finch | |
Woke up this morning without a face | |
I've fooled myself again | |
I've sold myself again | |
Another wasted day counting shades | |
Of gray, another fool's attempt to fall from grace | |
A casual line. | |
A sip of wine to sympathize while you're laughing | |
But on the inside | |
I've lost the insight that just might be | |
The truth... | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Pick my teeth out of the mud | |
And sink the sun, what have you done? | |
Cut the bandages, | |
Remove the oxygen | |
Hey man what's with that stupid grin? | |
I cut and bleed myself along | |
A man alone can do no wrong | |
Another wasted day counting shades of gray | |
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
No sympathy for the devil | |
God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
No sympathy for the devil | |
God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
"These hands; they've made for you | |
(No sympathy for the devil) | |
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings) | |
your wings that stick to you." | |
It's dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for it | |
It's dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for it | |
It's dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for this | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? |
zuo qu : Finch | |
Woke up this morning without a face | |
I' ve fooled myself again | |
I' ve sold myself again | |
Another wasted day counting shades | |
Of gray, another fool' s attempt to fall from grace | |
A casual line. | |
A sip of wine to sympathize while you' re laughing | |
But on the inside | |
I' ve lost the insight that just might be | |
The truth... | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Pick my teeth out of the mud | |
And sink the sun, what have you done? | |
Cut the bandages, | |
Remove the oxygen | |
Hey man what' s with that stupid grin? | |
I cut and bleed myself along | |
A man alone can do no wrong | |
Another wasted day counting shades of gray | |
Another fool' s attempt to fall from grace | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
No sympathy for the devil | |
God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
No sympathy for the devil | |
God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
" These hands they' ve made for you | |
No sympathy for the devil | |
God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
your wings that stick to you." | |
It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for it | |
It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for it | |
It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for this | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? |
zuò qǔ : Finch | |
Woke up this morning without a face | |
I' ve fooled myself again | |
I' ve sold myself again | |
Another wasted day counting shades | |
Of gray, another fool' s attempt to fall from grace | |
A casual line. | |
A sip of wine to sympathize while you' re laughing | |
But on the inside | |
I' ve lost the insight that just might be | |
The truth... | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Pick my teeth out of the mud | |
And sink the sun, what have you done? | |
Cut the bandages, | |
Remove the oxygen | |
Hey man what' s with that stupid grin? | |
I cut and bleed myself along | |
A man alone can do no wrong | |
Another wasted day counting shades of gray | |
Another fool' s attempt to fall from grace | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
No sympathy for the devil | |
God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
No sympathy for the devil | |
God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
" These hands they' ve made for you | |
No sympathy for the devil | |
God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
your wings that stick to you." | |
It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for it | |
It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for it | |
It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
It hurts to much to wait for this | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
Who could stand veins with friends like these? |