| 作曲 : Fog | |
| in a flickering lobby i fume | |
| next to the vending machine. | |
| kick it and shake it | |
| it won't let go of the litigations i paid for | |
| with my christmas bill. | |
| we walked downtown in the rain | |
| and she stumbled around us | |
| thought i might keep them at bay | |
| but they sold their scum really early | |
| i have been wronged. | |
| you've got to hear yourself | |
| got to let your legs just run, run, run, run, run, run, run | |
| you feel their kingdom come | |
| you see thy will be done, done, done, done, done | |
| done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done. | |
| slithering slow through the grass | |
| infrared goggles on my head | |
| wringing the blood from your hair | |
| you left your teeth on the bureau | |
| oh what has, what has | |
| what has gone wrong? | |
| nothing has changed | |
| president's day has come and gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. | |
| pick up a rifle and pick off the sores | |
| one by one, one, one, one, one, one | |
| the neighbors are acting suspicious | |
| their curtains are down, down, down, down, down, down. | |
| smuggle the sweetest in secrets all under now | |
| tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, | |
| tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me |
| zuo qu : Fog | |
| in a flickering lobby i fume | |
| next to the vending machine. | |
| kick it and shake it | |
| it won' t let go of the litigations i paid for | |
| with my christmas bill. | |
| we walked downtown in the rain | |
| and she stumbled around us | |
| thought i might keep them at bay | |
| but they sold their scum really early | |
| i have been wronged. | |
| you' ve got to hear yourself | |
| got to let your legs just run, run, run, run, run, run, run | |
| you feel their kingdom come | |
| you see thy will be done, done, done, done, done | |
| done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done. | |
| slithering slow through the grass | |
| infrared goggles on my head | |
| wringing the blood from your hair | |
| you left your teeth on the bureau | |
| oh what has, what has | |
| what has gone wrong? | |
| nothing has changed | |
| president' s day has come and gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. | |
| pick up a rifle and pick off the sores | |
| one by one, one, one, one, one, one | |
| the neighbors are acting suspicious | |
| their curtains are down, down, down, down, down, down. | |
| smuggle the sweetest in secrets all under now | |
| tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, | |
| tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me |
| zuò qǔ : Fog | |
| in a flickering lobby i fume | |
| next to the vending machine. | |
| kick it and shake it | |
| it won' t let go of the litigations i paid for | |
| with my christmas bill. | |
| we walked downtown in the rain | |
| and she stumbled around us | |
| thought i might keep them at bay | |
| but they sold their scum really early | |
| i have been wronged. | |
| you' ve got to hear yourself | |
| got to let your legs just run, run, run, run, run, run, run | |
| you feel their kingdom come | |
| you see thy will be done, done, done, done, done | |
| done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done. | |
| slithering slow through the grass | |
| infrared goggles on my head | |
| wringing the blood from your hair | |
| you left your teeth on the bureau | |
| oh what has, what has | |
| what has gone wrong? | |
| nothing has changed | |
| president' s day has come and gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. | |
| pick up a rifle and pick off the sores | |
| one by one, one, one, one, one, one | |
| the neighbors are acting suspicious | |
| their curtains are down, down, down, down, down, down. | |
| smuggle the sweetest in secrets all under now | |
| tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, | |
| tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me |