Song | Wishing Wells |
Artist | Ron Sexsmith |
Album | Retriever |
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作词 : Sexsmith | |
wishing wells are fine in fairy tales but they've got no business here | |
where evil's very real and children are known to just disappear | |
magic spells still hold no currency where people are lining up | |
to sell their dignity when reality's a show they'll crawl through mud | |
i fear sometimes we ain't got a hope in hell | |
i've half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
it comes as no surprise all that rises to the top | |
before our very eyes with each generation expectation drops | |
i feel sometimes we ain't got a hope in hell | |
i've half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
tell me when when will the truth prevail to clear away all the smug | |
and smirking juveniles and save us from all the bloodthirsty thugs |
zuo ci : Sexsmith | |
wishing wells are fine in fairy tales but they' ve got no business here | |
where evil' s very real and children are known to just disappear | |
magic spells still hold no currency where people are lining up | |
to sell their dignity when reality' s a show they' ll crawl through mud | |
i fear sometimes we ain' t got a hope in hell | |
i' ve half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
it comes as no surprise all that rises to the top | |
before our very eyes with each generation expectation drops | |
i feel sometimes we ain' t got a hope in hell | |
i' ve half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
tell me when when will the truth prevail to clear away all the smug | |
and smirking juveniles and save us from all the bloodthirsty thugs |
zuò cí : Sexsmith | |
wishing wells are fine in fairy tales but they' ve got no business here | |
where evil' s very real and children are known to just disappear | |
magic spells still hold no currency where people are lining up | |
to sell their dignity when reality' s a show they' ll crawl through mud | |
i fear sometimes we ain' t got a hope in hell | |
i' ve half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
it comes as no surprise all that rises to the top | |
before our very eyes with each generation expectation drops | |
i feel sometimes we ain' t got a hope in hell | |
i' ve half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well | |
tell me when when will the truth prevail to clear away all the smug | |
and smirking juveniles and save us from all the bloodthirsty thugs |