Song | Boy On A String |
Artist | Jars of Clay |
Album | Jars Of Clay |
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作词 : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
Ha, ha, ha | |
FourMarionett has your number | |
Its pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own | |
Draggin' your conscience on the stage | |
And your heart gets rearranged | |
You cannot tell your mentor from your maker | |
Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter | |
Over the way you entertain at beck and call | |
They don't see behind the lights | |
Or the painted background | |
They just like to see you fall | |
And you don't really mind | |
And you're just wasting time | |
And you don't feel anything | |
You're a boy on a string | |
Feel a sadness like | |
GapettoWatchin' the life that he created run away | |
Seein' the puppeteer's intrusion | |
And holdin' over remains(Of puppets that had rotted away)(One) | |
Day the curtain will not open(Will not open) | |
And all of the crowds will go away(Crowds will go away) | |
Sometimes those strings will choke you, but until that day(Sometime)(Until that day) | |
Well you won't really mind | |
And you're just wasting time | |
You don't feel anything | |
You're a boy on a string | |
It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy | |
It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy | |
It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy | |
It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy | |
It's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy, it's the boy | |
And you don't really mind | |
And you're just wasting time | |
And you don't feel anything | |
You're a boy on a string | |
And you don't really mind | |
And you're just wasting time | |
You don't feel anything | |
You're a boy on a string | |
Just a boy on a string |
zuo ci : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
Ha, ha, ha | |
FourMarionett has your number | |
Its pulling your arms and legs till you can' t stand on your own | |
Draggin' your conscience on the stage | |
And your heart gets rearranged | |
You cannot tell your mentor from your maker | |
Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter | |
Over the way you entertain at beck and call | |
They don' t see behind the lights | |
Or the painted background | |
They just like to see you fall | |
And you don' t really mind | |
And you' re just wasting time | |
And you don' t feel anything | |
You' re a boy on a string | |
Feel a sadness like | |
GapettoWatchin' the life that he created run away | |
Seein' the puppeteer' s intrusion | |
And holdin' over remains Of puppets that had rotted away One | |
Day the curtain will not open Will not open | |
And all of the crowds will go away Crowds will go away | |
Sometimes those strings will choke you, but until that day Sometime Until that day | |
Well you won' t really mind | |
And you' re just wasting time | |
You don' t feel anything | |
You' re a boy on a string | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
And you don' t really mind | |
And you' re just wasting time | |
And you don' t feel anything | |
You' re a boy on a string | |
And you don' t really mind | |
And you' re just wasting time | |
You don' t feel anything | |
You' re a boy on a string | |
Just a boy on a string |
zuò cí : Haseltine, Jars of Clay | |
Ha, ha, ha | |
FourMarionett has your number | |
Its pulling your arms and legs till you can' t stand on your own | |
Draggin' your conscience on the stage | |
And your heart gets rearranged | |
You cannot tell your mentor from your maker | |
Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter | |
Over the way you entertain at beck and call | |
They don' t see behind the lights | |
Or the painted background | |
They just like to see you fall | |
And you don' t really mind | |
And you' re just wasting time | |
And you don' t feel anything | |
You' re a boy on a string | |
Feel a sadness like | |
GapettoWatchin' the life that he created run away | |
Seein' the puppeteer' s intrusion | |
And holdin' over remains Of puppets that had rotted away One | |
Day the curtain will not open Will not open | |
And all of the crowds will go away Crowds will go away | |
Sometimes those strings will choke you, but until that day Sometime Until that day | |
Well you won' t really mind | |
And you' re just wasting time | |
You don' t feel anything | |
You' re a boy on a string | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
It' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy, it' s the boy | |
And you don' t really mind | |
And you' re just wasting time | |
And you don' t feel anything | |
You' re a boy on a string | |
And you don' t really mind | |
And you' re just wasting time | |
You don' t feel anything | |
You' re a boy on a string | |
Just a boy on a string |