Song | November Fight Song |
Artist | The Gay Blades |
Album | Savages |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gay Blades | |
Smash my face with broken hammers, | |
Seperate my jaw bone and my teeth, | |
Cause a mouth like this is fit to cause some trouble | |
And I don't want you to leave | |
Tear apart my insides and | |
Throw away the parts that I don't need | |
Cause those part are made of stone and | |
I don't believe they have a home inside of me. | |
Well if its change you want | |
Then its change you've got | |
If its change you want I guess | |
Well you'll have to pick the pieces up | |
And pretend that I still exist | |
Fetch that thread and needle | |
Sew my eye lids shut, I can't see out | |
And you cannot steal a glimpse | |
Of all the lack of hope that fills my soul with doubt | |
Listen Miss watch Misery | |
And figure out which tools you'll need to break | |
The bones in both my ankles and | |
I promise you'll be thankful when I stay | |
Fetch that hatchet quick son | |
Let it fly and free me of my fingertips and ears | |
Cause I cannot bear to pick up this phone | |
And hear your voice so goddamn crystal clear |
zuo qu : Gay Blades | |
Smash my face with broken hammers, | |
Seperate my jaw bone and my teeth, | |
Cause a mouth like this is fit to cause some trouble | |
And I don' t want you to leave | |
Tear apart my insides and | |
Throw away the parts that I don' t need | |
Cause those part are made of stone and | |
I don' t believe they have a home inside of me. | |
Well if its change you want | |
Then its change you' ve got | |
If its change you want I guess | |
Well you' ll have to pick the pieces up | |
And pretend that I still exist | |
Fetch that thread and needle | |
Sew my eye lids shut, I can' t see out | |
And you cannot steal a glimpse | |
Of all the lack of hope that fills my soul with doubt | |
Listen Miss watch Misery | |
And figure out which tools you' ll need to break | |
The bones in both my ankles and | |
I promise you' ll be thankful when I stay | |
Fetch that hatchet quick son | |
Let it fly and free me of my fingertips and ears | |
Cause I cannot bear to pick up this phone | |
And hear your voice so goddamn crystal clear |
zuò qǔ : Gay Blades | |
Smash my face with broken hammers, | |
Seperate my jaw bone and my teeth, | |
Cause a mouth like this is fit to cause some trouble | |
And I don' t want you to leave | |
Tear apart my insides and | |
Throw away the parts that I don' t need | |
Cause those part are made of stone and | |
I don' t believe they have a home inside of me. | |
Well if its change you want | |
Then its change you' ve got | |
If its change you want I guess | |
Well you' ll have to pick the pieces up | |
And pretend that I still exist | |
Fetch that thread and needle | |
Sew my eye lids shut, I can' t see out | |
And you cannot steal a glimpse | |
Of all the lack of hope that fills my soul with doubt | |
Listen Miss watch Misery | |
And figure out which tools you' ll need to break | |
The bones in both my ankles and | |
I promise you' ll be thankful when I stay | |
Fetch that hatchet quick son | |
Let it fly and free me of my fingertips and ears | |
Cause I cannot bear to pick up this phone | |
And hear your voice so goddamn crystal clear |