Home For A Rest Lyrics
| Song | Home For A Rest |
| Artist | Spirit of the West |
| Album | Save This House |
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| 作曲 : Kelly, Mann | |
| You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best | |
| I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left | |
| These so-called vacations will soon be my death | |
| I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest. | |
| We arrived in December and London was cold | |
| We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road | |
| We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak | |
| Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats | |
| CHORUS: | |
| You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best | |
| I've been gone for a week | |
| I've been drunk since I left | |
| And these so-called vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I'm so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... | |
| Euston Station the train journey North | |
| In the buffet car we lurched back and forth | |
| Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields | |
| We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled | |
| - CHORUS - | |
| By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets | |
| A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet | |
| She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down | |
| Then walk us on home and deny us a round | |
| You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best | |
| I've been gone for a month | |
| I've been drunk since I left | |
| And these so-called vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I'm so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... | |
| The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb | |
| The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room | |
| I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon | |
| And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon | |
| You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best | |
| I've been gone for a month | |
| I've been drunk since I left | |
| And these so-called vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I'm so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... |
| zuo qu : Kelly, Mann | |
| You' ll have to excuse me, I' m not at my best | |
| I' ve been gone for a month, I' ve been drunk since I left | |
| These socalled vacations will soon be my death | |
| I' m so sick from the drink I need home for a rest. | |
| We arrived in December and London was cold | |
| We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road | |
| We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak | |
| Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats | |
| CHORUS: | |
| You' ll have to excuse me, I' m not at my best | |
| I' ve been gone for a week | |
| I' ve been drunk since I left | |
| And these socalled vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I' m so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... | |
| Euston Station the train journey North | |
| In the buffet car we lurched back and forth | |
| Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire' s green fields | |
| We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled | |
| CHORUS | |
| By the light of the moon, she' d drift through the streets | |
| A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet | |
| She' d tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down | |
| Then walk us on home and deny us a round | |
| You' ll have to excuse me, I' m not at my best | |
| I' ve been gone for a month | |
| I' ve been drunk since I left | |
| And these socalled vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I' m so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... | |
| The gas heater' s empty, it' s damp as a tomb | |
| The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room | |
| I' m knackered again, come on sleep take me soon | |
| And don' t lift up my head ' till the the twelve bells at noon | |
| You' ll have to excuse me, I' m not at my best | |
| I' ve been gone for a month | |
| I' ve been drunk since I left | |
| And these socalled vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I' m so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... |
| zuò qǔ : Kelly, Mann | |
| You' ll have to excuse me, I' m not at my best | |
| I' ve been gone for a month, I' ve been drunk since I left | |
| These socalled vacations will soon be my death | |
| I' m so sick from the drink I need home for a rest. | |
| We arrived in December and London was cold | |
| We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road | |
| We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak | |
| Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats | |
| CHORUS: | |
| You' ll have to excuse me, I' m not at my best | |
| I' ve been gone for a week | |
| I' ve been drunk since I left | |
| And these socalled vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I' m so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... | |
| Euston Station the train journey North | |
| In the buffet car we lurched back and forth | |
| Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire' s green fields | |
| We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled | |
| CHORUS | |
| By the light of the moon, she' d drift through the streets | |
| A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet | |
| She' d tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down | |
| Then walk us on home and deny us a round | |
| You' ll have to excuse me, I' m not at my best | |
| I' ve been gone for a month | |
| I' ve been drunk since I left | |
| And these socalled vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I' m so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... | |
| The gas heater' s empty, it' s damp as a tomb | |
| The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room | |
| I' m knackered again, come on sleep take me soon | |
| And don' t lift up my head ' till the the twelve bells at noon | |
| You' ll have to excuse me, I' m not at my best | |
| I' ve been gone for a month | |
| I' ve been drunk since I left | |
| And these socalled vacations | |
| Will soon be my death | |
| I' m so sick from the drink | |
| I need home for a rest | |
| Take me home.... |
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