Song | A Rag Hung Between Two Trees |
Artist | Bad Breeding |
Album | Exiled |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Charlie Rose | |
作曲 : Charlie Rose | |
120,000 dead across the pages where I sink my head | |
I watch the nurses struggle home and hang my hopes up in the leaves | |
Just one more tear, a nameless face - there’s efficiency in mortality | |
And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees | |
An erring shape scraped away into a pile of blank remains | |
Where cruelty doesn’t bother hiding and you will never find me | |
One eye on the skip, two feet in the gutter | |
An expired service-user fleeced tooth and nail | |
Someone’s sitting target, another’s smug liberal virtue | |
slipped through the cracks in the grip of a narrowing world | |
And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees |
zuo ci : Charlie Rose | |
zuo qu : Charlie Rose | |
120, 000 dead across the pages where I sink my head | |
I watch the nurses struggle home and hang my hopes up in the leaves | |
Just one more tear, a nameless face there' s efficiency in mortality | |
And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees | |
An erring shape scraped away into a pile of blank remains | |
Where cruelty doesn' t bother hiding and you will never find me | |
One eye on the skip, two feet in the gutter | |
An expired serviceuser fleeced tooth and nail | |
Someone' s sitting target, another' s smug liberal virtue | |
slipped through the cracks in the grip of a narrowing world | |
And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees |
zuò cí : Charlie Rose | |
zuò qǔ : Charlie Rose | |
120, 000 dead across the pages where I sink my head | |
I watch the nurses struggle home and hang my hopes up in the leaves | |
Just one more tear, a nameless face there' s efficiency in mortality | |
And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees | |
An erring shape scraped away into a pile of blank remains | |
Where cruelty doesn' t bother hiding and you will never find me | |
One eye on the skip, two feet in the gutter | |
An expired serviceuser fleeced tooth and nail | |
Someone' s sitting target, another' s smug liberal virtue | |
slipped through the cracks in the grip of a narrowing world | |
And my final play at dignity is a rag hung between two trees |