Thin Wild Mercury Lyrics

	作词 : Snider
	Poor Phil
	Ochs, sad and low
	Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go
	Watching those tail lights leave him behind
	Thrown for the limousine for speaking his mind
	Like a red-eyed photo into a garbage can
	At the corner of hero and also ran
	A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat
	It's warm in the limousine, cold on the streets of
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	Where things will go your way
	Or they won't
	Thin wind mercury
	And gold lame
	You know what they say
	Or you don't
	It was all over some new
	Dylan song
	That Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong
	Dylan stopped the car, words shook like a fist"Phil, you ain't a writer, you're a journalist"
	Death of a rebel, twist of fate
	If he ever thought better, he thought too late
	Poor Phil
	Ochs, he slipped through the cracks
	Judas went electric and he never looked back on
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	Where things will go your way
	Or they won't
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	You konw what they say
	Or you don't
	No, you don't
	No, you don't

	zuo ci : Snider
	Poor Phil
	Ochs, sad and low
	Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go
	Watching those tail lights leave him behind
	Thrown for the limousine for speaking his mind
	Like a redeyed photo into a garbage can
	At the corner of hero and also ran
	A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat
	It' s warm in the limousine, cold on the streets of
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	Where things will go your way
	Or they won' t
	Thin wind mercury
	And gold lame
	You know what they say
	Or you don' t
	It was all over some new
	Dylan song
	That Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong
	Dylan stopped the car, words shook like a fist" Phil, you ain' t a writer, you' re a journalist"
	Death of a rebel, twist of fate
	If he ever thought better, he thought too late
	Poor Phil
	Ochs, he slipped through the cracks
	Judas went electric and he never looked back on
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	Where things will go your way
	Or they won' t
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	You konw what they say
	Or you don' t
	No, you don' t
	No, you don' t

	zuò cí : Snider
	Poor Phil
	Ochs, sad and low
	Hands in his pockets, wonderin' where to go
	Watching those tail lights leave him behind
	Thrown for the limousine for speaking his mind
	Like a redeyed photo into a garbage can
	At the corner of hero and also ran
	A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat
	It' s warm in the limousine, cold on the streets of
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	Where things will go your way
	Or they won' t
	Thin wind mercury
	And gold lame
	You know what they say
	Or you don' t
	It was all over some new
	Dylan song
	That Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong
	Dylan stopped the car, words shook like a fist" Phil, you ain' t a writer, you' re a journalist"
	Death of a rebel, twist of fate
	If he ever thought better, he thought too late
	Poor Phil
	Ochs, he slipped through the cracks
	Judas went electric and he never looked back on
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	Where things will go your way
	Or they won' t
	Thin wild mercury
	And gold lame
	You konw what they say
	Or you don' t
	No, you don' t
	No, you don' t

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