A Badtime Story Lyrics
| Song | A Badtime Story |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | Oui Avant-Garde A Chance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : English, Skyclad | |
| Look what | |
| I got for | |
| Valentine's | |
| Day: Lady | |
| Luck came along, took my dreams away, | |
| And the tears hurt more than a broken nose - | |
| I bled from the thorns of a barbed-wire rose. | |
| I know that | |
| I'm supposed to pray | |
| Thanking God for each new day. | |
| Would it disturb his master plan | |
| To one day be a happy man? | |
| I've tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I've turned the other cheek so | |
| I'd get hurt twice. | |
| I've forced a smile, | |
| I've dropped my guard | |
| I've seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life's too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me - | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. | |
| The end of love and laughter now we're happy never after. | |
| My next birthday will, | |
| I fear Be much the same as every year. | |
| Inside the wrapping there | |
| Are a few more wrinkles and a little less hair. | |
| Another Autumn leaf is turning, | |
| One more soul for candle-burning. | |
| Hid beneath the sham and glitter | |
| I taste a cake that's stale and bitter. | |
| I've tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I've turned the other cheek so | |
| I'd get hurt twice. | |
| I've forced a smile, | |
| I've dropped my guard | |
| I've seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life's too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me - | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. | |
| On my Christmas card last year it said: "So sorry, Santa Claus is dead. Crawl into the oven when you've had enough 'Cos it keeps sitting here quietly waiting to be stuffed." | |
| What a festive way to go | |
| Here beneath the mistletoe, | |
| With open eyes and an open wrist | |
| To vanish from your | |
| Christmas list. | |
| I've tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I've turned the other cheek so | |
| I'd get hurt twice. | |
| I've forced a smile, | |
| I've dropped my guard | |
| I've seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life's too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me - | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. |
| zuo ci : English, Skyclad | |
| Look what | |
| I got for | |
| Valentine' s | |
| Day: Lady | |
| Luck came along, took my dreams away, | |
| And the tears hurt more than a broken nose | |
| I bled from the thorns of a barbedwire rose. | |
| I know that | |
| I' m supposed to pray | |
| Thanking God for each new day. | |
| Would it disturb his master plan | |
| To one day be a happy man? | |
| I' ve tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I' ve turned the other cheek so | |
| I' d get hurt twice. | |
| I' ve forced a smile, | |
| I' ve dropped my guard | |
| I' ve seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life' s too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. | |
| The end of love and laughter now we' re happy never after. | |
| My next birthday will, | |
| I fear Be much the same as every year. | |
| Inside the wrapping there | |
| Are a few more wrinkles and a little less hair. | |
| Another Autumn leaf is turning, | |
| One more soul for candleburning. | |
| Hid beneath the sham and glitter | |
| I taste a cake that' s stale and bitter. | |
| I' ve tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I' ve turned the other cheek so | |
| I' d get hurt twice. | |
| I' ve forced a smile, | |
| I' ve dropped my guard | |
| I' ve seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life' s too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. | |
| On my Christmas card last year it said: " So sorry, Santa Claus is dead. Crawl into the oven when you' ve had enough ' Cos it keeps sitting here quietly waiting to be stuffed." | |
| What a festive way to go | |
| Here beneath the mistletoe, | |
| With open eyes and an open wrist | |
| To vanish from your | |
| Christmas list. | |
| I' ve tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I' ve turned the other cheek so | |
| I' d get hurt twice. | |
| I' ve forced a smile, | |
| I' ve dropped my guard | |
| I' ve seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life' s too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. |
| zuò cí : English, Skyclad | |
| Look what | |
| I got for | |
| Valentine' s | |
| Day: Lady | |
| Luck came along, took my dreams away, | |
| And the tears hurt more than a broken nose | |
| I bled from the thorns of a barbedwire rose. | |
| I know that | |
| I' m supposed to pray | |
| Thanking God for each new day. | |
| Would it disturb his master plan | |
| To one day be a happy man? | |
| I' ve tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I' ve turned the other cheek so | |
| I' d get hurt twice. | |
| I' ve forced a smile, | |
| I' ve dropped my guard | |
| I' ve seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life' s too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. | |
| The end of love and laughter now we' re happy never after. | |
| My next birthday will, | |
| I fear Be much the same as every year. | |
| Inside the wrapping there | |
| Are a few more wrinkles and a little less hair. | |
| Another Autumn leaf is turning, | |
| One more soul for candleburning. | |
| Hid beneath the sham and glitter | |
| I taste a cake that' s stale and bitter. | |
| I' ve tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I' ve turned the other cheek so | |
| I' d get hurt twice. | |
| I' ve forced a smile, | |
| I' ve dropped my guard | |
| I' ve seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life' s too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. | |
| On my Christmas card last year it said: " So sorry, Santa Claus is dead. Crawl into the oven when you' ve had enough ' Cos it keeps sitting here quietly waiting to be stuffed." | |
| What a festive way to go | |
| Here beneath the mistletoe, | |
| With open eyes and an open wrist | |
| To vanish from your | |
| Christmas list. | |
| I' ve tried to be positive, tried to be nice. | |
| I' ve turned the other cheek so | |
| I' d get hurt twice. | |
| I' ve forced a smile, | |
| I' ve dropped my guard | |
| I' ve seized the day but it bit me hard. | |
| Life' s too short, but long enough to gain | |
| The cap and gown of misery, suffering and pain. | |
| No need to read my diary to see what lies before me | |
| Just another chapter in my | |
| Badtime Story. |
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