Song | Shitty Weekend |
Artist | Suburban Kids with Biblical Names |
Album | #3 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Suburban Kids With ... | |
All the birds roll their eyes at me | |
As i walk as a peasant down the street | |
As i pass avenues and trendy bars | |
There's a bumpy sound and the bouncer looks dumb | |
And the people inside look just like Kirsten Dunst and Tom | |
Don't talk to us, we're so pretty | |
And you, you look like Tom Petty | |
I am trying to be mad as hell | |
But i end up getting drunk instead | |
In an Indian restaurant in my part of town | |
Where the clientele's young with fake ID's | |
But the owner acts as if he has no idea | |
And as they put your name on the guestlist | |
My heart is shread like confetti | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don't ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don't ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
I am wasted, yes, i'm drunk as hell | |
The people look like cavalries | |
Hundred marching home from battlefields | |
To the colosseum, the home of the dream | |
The 7-11 we are open until you feel the pain | |
Oh taxi maybe, oh baby! | |
Yes, i guess i'm feeling a bit crazy | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don't ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
Hey you, on the nightbus | |
What's the size of your fries? | |
I guess it's the only thing we have in common tonight | |
Hey you, on the nightbus | |
What's the size of your fries? | |
I guess it's the only thing we have in common tonight |
zuo qu : Suburban Kids With ... | |
All the birds roll their eyes at me | |
As i walk as a peasant down the street | |
As i pass avenues and trendy bars | |
There' s a bumpy sound and the bouncer looks dumb | |
And the people inside look just like Kirsten Dunst and Tom | |
Don' t talk to us, we' re so pretty | |
And you, you look like Tom Petty | |
I am trying to be mad as hell | |
But i end up getting drunk instead | |
In an Indian restaurant in my part of town | |
Where the clientele' s young with fake ID' s | |
But the owner acts as if he has no idea | |
And as they put your name on the guestlist | |
My heart is shread like confetti | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don' t ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don' t ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
I am wasted, yes, i' m drunk as hell | |
The people look like cavalries | |
Hundred marching home from battlefields | |
To the colosseum, the home of the dream | |
The 711 we are open until you feel the pain | |
Oh taxi maybe, oh baby! | |
Yes, i guess i' m feeling a bit crazy | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don' t ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
Hey you, on the nightbus | |
What' s the size of your fries? | |
I guess it' s the only thing we have in common tonight | |
Hey you, on the nightbus | |
What' s the size of your fries? | |
I guess it' s the only thing we have in common tonight |
zuò qǔ : Suburban Kids With ... | |
All the birds roll their eyes at me | |
As i walk as a peasant down the street | |
As i pass avenues and trendy bars | |
There' s a bumpy sound and the bouncer looks dumb | |
And the people inside look just like Kirsten Dunst and Tom | |
Don' t talk to us, we' re so pretty | |
And you, you look like Tom Petty | |
I am trying to be mad as hell | |
But i end up getting drunk instead | |
In an Indian restaurant in my part of town | |
Where the clientele' s young with fake ID' s | |
But the owner acts as if he has no idea | |
And as they put your name on the guestlist | |
My heart is shread like confetti | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don' t ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don' t ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
I am wasted, yes, i' m drunk as hell | |
The people look like cavalries | |
Hundred marching home from battlefields | |
To the colosseum, the home of the dream | |
The 711 we are open until you feel the pain | |
Oh taxi maybe, oh baby! | |
Yes, i guess i' m feeling a bit crazy | |
Take those silly shoes off | |
Go back to summer camp | |
And don' t ever come back here | |
You look like you live in a tent | |
Hey you, on the nightbus | |
What' s the size of your fries? | |
I guess it' s the only thing we have in common tonight | |
Hey you, on the nightbus | |
What' s the size of your fries? | |
I guess it' s the only thing we have in common tonight |