Murphy's Song Lyrics

	作曲 : Devine
	I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day
	A bone in her bowl, a watery grave
	See, I am a sailor, but I'm not so great
	I keep fishin' for roadkill, passin' out on the waves
	Shimmering sea, stretched end to end
	A flickering bowl, A Shivering friend
	See, that's Mr. Murphy, my leathery brave
	He's whimpering "Taps" now, for his plank-walk grade
	I've never been a joiner, no, I've quit every team I've been on
	Now I'm crying in my coffee, that's not sea salt in my eyes
	Cause me and Murphy, we have been through it, and I hate watching him die
	(whistling)
	So I wait for my wisdom, like I wait for my wife
	Like I wait for a story, helps me wait out the night
	Like when I was an archer, but I couldn't shoot straight
	I broke all of ma's windows, I poked holes through her drapes
	And I laugh to myself, but I can't tell you why
	The hung-over sun, sneaks back in the sky
	But Murphy went peaceful, he went decent and right
	At least better than I will, when it's my turn to die
	And I wear his collar on my wrist
	And I bury him down at the beach
	No crying, no coffin, just a body and a hole
	No praying, no singing, no saving any souls
	The only thing I'm saving, yeah
	Is a bone inside a bowl

	zuo qu : Devine
	I cry at her bowl, dog' s dying day
	A bone in her bowl, a watery grave
	See, I am a sailor, but I' m not so great
	I keep fishin' for roadkill, passin' out on the waves
	Shimmering sea, stretched end to end
	A flickering bowl, A Shivering friend
	See, that' s Mr. Murphy, my leathery brave
	He' s whimpering " Taps" now, for his plankwalk grade
	I' ve never been a joiner, no, I' ve quit every team I' ve been on
	Now I' m crying in my coffee, that' s not sea salt in my eyes
	Cause me and Murphy, we have been through it, and I hate watching him die
	whistling
	So I wait for my wisdom, like I wait for my wife
	Like I wait for a story, helps me wait out the night
	Like when I was an archer, but I couldn' t shoot straight
	I broke all of ma' s windows, I poked holes through her drapes
	And I laugh to myself, but I can' t tell you why
	The hungover sun, sneaks back in the sky
	But Murphy went peaceful, he went decent and right
	At least better than I will, when it' s my turn to die
	And I wear his collar on my wrist
	And I bury him down at the beach
	No crying, no coffin, just a body and a hole
	No praying, no singing, no saving any souls
	The only thing I' m saving, yeah
	Is a bone inside a bowl

	zuò qǔ : Devine
	I cry at her bowl, dog' s dying day
	A bone in her bowl, a watery grave
	See, I am a sailor, but I' m not so great
	I keep fishin' for roadkill, passin' out on the waves
	Shimmering sea, stretched end to end
	A flickering bowl, A Shivering friend
	See, that' s Mr. Murphy, my leathery brave
	He' s whimpering " Taps" now, for his plankwalk grade
	I' ve never been a joiner, no, I' ve quit every team I' ve been on
	Now I' m crying in my coffee, that' s not sea salt in my eyes
	Cause me and Murphy, we have been through it, and I hate watching him die
	whistling
	So I wait for my wisdom, like I wait for my wife
	Like I wait for a story, helps me wait out the night
	Like when I was an archer, but I couldn' t shoot straight
	I broke all of ma' s windows, I poked holes through her drapes
	And I laugh to myself, but I can' t tell you why
	The hungover sun, sneaks back in the sky
	But Murphy went peaceful, he went decent and right
	At least better than I will, when it' s my turn to die
	And I wear his collar on my wrist
	And I bury him down at the beach
	No crying, no coffin, just a body and a hole
	No praying, no singing, no saving any souls
	The only thing I' m saving, yeah
	Is a bone inside a bowl

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