| Song | Someone's Looking At You |
| Artist | The Boomtown Rats |
| Album | The Very Best Of |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bob Geldof | |
| 作词 : Geldof | |
| On a night like this | |
| I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice | |
| You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide. | |
| Well, I wish you'd keep quiet, | |
| Imaginations run riot, | |
| In these paper-thin walls. | |
| And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names | |
| I don't know who to call. | |
| But I got a friend over there in the government block | |
| And he knows the situation and he's taking stock, | |
| I think I'll call him up now | |
| Put him on the spot, tonight. | |
| They saw me there in the square when | |
| I was shooting my mouth off | |
| About saving some fish. | |
| Now could that be construed as some radical's views or some liberals' wish. | |
| And it's so hot outside, | |
| And the air is so sweet, | |
| And when the pressure drop is heavy | |
| I don't wanna hear you speak. | |
| You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees. | |
| When it's too hot to breathe | |
| And it's too hot to think. | |
| There's always someone looking at you. | |
| S-s-s-s-someone. | |
| They're looking at you. | |
| And I wish you'd stop whispering. | |
| Don't flatter yourself, nobody's listening. | |
| Still it makes me nervous, those things you say. | |
| You may as well | |
| Shout it from the roof | |
| Scream it from your lungs | |
| Spit it from you mouth | |
| It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears | |
| There's a spy in the sky | |
| There's a noise on the wire | |
| There's a tap on the line | |
| And for every paranoid's desire... | |
| There's always | |
| Someone looking at you. | |
| S-s-s-s-someone looking at you... | |
| They're always looking at you. (written by Bob Geldof) (taken from the album "The fine art of surfacing") |
| zuo qu : Bob Geldof | |
| zuo ci : Geldof | |
| On a night like this | |
| I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice | |
| You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide. | |
| Well, I wish you' d keep quiet, | |
| Imaginations run riot, | |
| In these paperthin walls. | |
| And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names | |
| I don' t know who to call. | |
| But I got a friend over there in the government block | |
| And he knows the situation and he' s taking stock, | |
| I think I' ll call him up now | |
| Put him on the spot, tonight. | |
| They saw me there in the square when | |
| I was shooting my mouth off | |
| About saving some fish. | |
| Now could that be construed as some radical' s views or some liberals' wish. | |
| And it' s so hot outside, | |
| And the air is so sweet, | |
| And when the pressure drop is heavy | |
| I don' t wanna hear you speak. | |
| You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees. | |
| When it' s too hot to breathe | |
| And it' s too hot to think. | |
| There' s always someone looking at you. | |
| Sssssomeone. | |
| They' re looking at you. | |
| And I wish you' d stop whispering. | |
| Don' t flatter yourself, nobody' s listening. | |
| Still it makes me nervous, those things you say. | |
| You may as well | |
| Shout it from the roof | |
| Scream it from your lungs | |
| Spit it from you mouth | |
| It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears | |
| There' s a spy in the sky | |
| There' s a noise on the wire | |
| There' s a tap on the line | |
| And for every paranoid' s desire... | |
| There' s always | |
| Someone looking at you. | |
| Sssssomeone looking at you... | |
| They' re always looking at you. written by Bob Geldof taken from the album " The fine art of surfacing" |
| zuò qǔ : Bob Geldof | |
| zuò cí : Geldof | |
| On a night like this | |
| I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice | |
| You come over to my place screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide. | |
| Well, I wish you' d keep quiet, | |
| Imaginations run riot, | |
| In these paperthin walls. | |
| And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names | |
| I don' t know who to call. | |
| But I got a friend over there in the government block | |
| And he knows the situation and he' s taking stock, | |
| I think I' ll call him up now | |
| Put him on the spot, tonight. | |
| They saw me there in the square when | |
| I was shooting my mouth off | |
| About saving some fish. | |
| Now could that be construed as some radical' s views or some liberals' wish. | |
| And it' s so hot outside, | |
| And the air is so sweet, | |
| And when the pressure drop is heavy | |
| I don' t wanna hear you speak. | |
| You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees. | |
| When it' s too hot to breathe | |
| And it' s too hot to think. | |
| There' s always someone looking at you. | |
| Sssssomeone. | |
| They' re looking at you. | |
| And I wish you' d stop whispering. | |
| Don' t flatter yourself, nobody' s listening. | |
| Still it makes me nervous, those things you say. | |
| You may as well | |
| Shout it from the roof | |
| Scream it from your lungs | |
| Spit it from you mouth | |
| It could fall on deaf ears to indulge in your fears | |
| There' s a spy in the sky | |
| There' s a noise on the wire | |
| There' s a tap on the line | |
| And for every paranoid' s desire... | |
| There' s always | |
| Someone looking at you. | |
| Sssssomeone looking at you... | |
| They' re always looking at you. written by Bob Geldof taken from the album " The fine art of surfacing" |