| Song | At This Hour |
| Artist | Spin Doctors |
| Album | TURN IT UPSIDE DOWN |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Spin Doctors | |
| Here he come walking down the street | |
| Got them funky ragged things on his feet | |
| He got half a busted moon in his smile | |
| Now i know he's walked that long and lonely mile | |
| He's got the waistcoat made of sad, sad, sack | |
| He see a red door and he want to paint it black | |
| He's got a vote for you now if you dare | |
| To not pretend that he's not there | |
| Yeah, he coming down on you | |
| Yeah, what'cha you gonna do? | |
| Your the only one walking down the street | |
| He's the only one that you're likely to meet | |
| At this hour baby, | |
| You're so used to living in luxury | |
| Greed's made you blind and you just can't see | |
| So many people in the world today | |
| Who won't ever have things their own way | |
| You live protected, respected, inside the law, | |
| You're sunny-side-up, he's wearing his yolk raw | |
| You say you never took nothing he'd refuse, | |
| He's living off the crap, man, that you can't use |
| zuo ci : Spin Doctors | |
| Here he come walking down the street | |
| Got them funky ragged things on his feet | |
| He got half a busted moon in his smile | |
| Now i know he' s walked that long and lonely mile | |
| He' s got the waistcoat made of sad, sad, sack | |
| He see a red door and he want to paint it black | |
| He' s got a vote for you now if you dare | |
| To not pretend that he' s not there | |
| Yeah, he coming down on you | |
| Yeah, what' cha you gonna do? | |
| Your the only one walking down the street | |
| He' s the only one that you' re likely to meet | |
| At this hour baby, | |
| You' re so used to living in luxury | |
| Greed' s made you blind and you just can' t see | |
| So many people in the world today | |
| Who won' t ever have things their own way | |
| You live protected, respected, inside the law, | |
| You' re sunnysideup, he' s wearing his yolk raw | |
| You say you never took nothing he' d refuse, | |
| He' s living off the crap, man, that you can' t use |
| zuò cí : Spin Doctors | |
| Here he come walking down the street | |
| Got them funky ragged things on his feet | |
| He got half a busted moon in his smile | |
| Now i know he' s walked that long and lonely mile | |
| He' s got the waistcoat made of sad, sad, sack | |
| He see a red door and he want to paint it black | |
| He' s got a vote for you now if you dare | |
| To not pretend that he' s not there | |
| Yeah, he coming down on you | |
| Yeah, what' cha you gonna do? | |
| Your the only one walking down the street | |
| He' s the only one that you' re likely to meet | |
| At this hour baby, | |
| You' re so used to living in luxury | |
| Greed' s made you blind and you just can' t see | |
| So many people in the world today | |
| Who won' t ever have things their own way | |
| You live protected, respected, inside the law, | |
| You' re sunnysideup, he' s wearing his yolk raw | |
| You say you never took nothing he' d refuse, | |
| He' s living off the crap, man, that you can' t use |