| Song | Shinbone Alley - Live |
| Artist | Spin Doctors |
| Album | Homebelly Groove |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Spin Doctors | |
| Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane, | |
| Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain | |
| Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams | |
| Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams. | |
| Different strokes for different folks so | |
| Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes | |
| It's a dumbbell curve, your trying to tally, | |
| All the way down to shin bone alley | |
| Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm | |
| Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm | |
| Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes | |
| Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes | |
| Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey | |
| Six-thirty-two in the morning on thanksgiving day | |
| And the bums they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bones | |
| And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jones | |
| Different strokes for different folks so..... | |
| Seven-thirty-two on the same day, your bare feet on the parquet | |
| And the light so papery white shining past the microwave | |
| Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table | |
| Spend the day gazing from the window gable.... |
| zuo ci : Spin Doctors | |
| Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane, | |
| Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain | |
| Big town' s in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams | |
| Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams. | |
| Different strokes for different folks so | |
| Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes | |
| It' s a dumbbell curve, your trying to tally, | |
| All the way down to shin bone alley | |
| Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm | |
| Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm | |
| Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes | |
| Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes | |
| Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey | |
| Sixthirtytwo in the morning on thanksgiving day | |
| And the bums they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bones | |
| And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jones | |
| Different strokes for different folks so..... | |
| Seventhirtytwo on the same day, your bare feet on the parquet | |
| And the light so papery white shining past the microwave | |
| Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table | |
| Spend the day gazing from the window gable.... |
| zuò cí : Spin Doctors | |
| Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane, | |
| Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain | |
| Big town' s in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams | |
| Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams. | |
| Different strokes for different folks so | |
| Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes | |
| It' s a dumbbell curve, your trying to tally, | |
| All the way down to shin bone alley | |
| Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm | |
| Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm | |
| Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes | |
| Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes | |
| Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey | |
| Sixthirtytwo in the morning on thanksgiving day | |
| And the bums they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bones | |
| And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jones | |
| Different strokes for different folks so..... | |
| Seventhirtytwo on the same day, your bare feet on the parquet | |
| And the light so papery white shining past the microwave | |
| Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table | |
| Spend the day gazing from the window gable.... |