Song | Overview |
Artist | The Church |
Album | Uninvited, Like the Clouds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Killbey, Koppes, Lane, Powles ... | |
Listen | |
Can you even imagine how this all went wrong | |
Was supposed to be good trip | |
We're all supposed to feel like we belong | |
Don't pitch me the script | |
I've got a suggestion for the end of it | |
Don't beat up your computer, don't downplay your soul | |
Don't find it wanting when you've lost control | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say 'hell yeah' | |
Watch out | |
You can never be certain if anyone is really a friend | |
This could be such a sweet thing | |
We all should be leaving in the end | |
Your network's gone down | |
No one can connect you up in this town | |
You scoped out a slot, you scooped out a niche | |
You're strutting along on the end of a leash | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say 'hell yeah' | |
Help me | |
Can't find my way back | |
I feel like I'm already off the map | |
This should have been such a pleasure | |
I thought it would all fall right in my lap | |
Conversing with cash | |
You've cashed all your chips | |
You fished out my sea, see | |
You dropped all the drips | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say 'hell yeah' |
zuo ci : Killbey, Koppes, Lane, Powles ... | |
Listen | |
Can you even imagine how this all went wrong | |
Was supposed to be good trip | |
We' re all supposed to feel like we belong | |
Don' t pitch me the script | |
I' ve got a suggestion for the end of it | |
Don' t beat up your computer, don' t downplay your soul | |
Don' t find it wanting when you' ve lost control | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say ' hell yeah' | |
Watch out | |
You can never be certain if anyone is really a friend | |
This could be such a sweet thing | |
We all should be leaving in the end | |
Your network' s gone down | |
No one can connect you up in this town | |
You scoped out a slot, you scooped out a niche | |
You' re strutting along on the end of a leash | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say ' hell yeah' | |
Help me | |
Can' t find my way back | |
I feel like I' m already off the map | |
This should have been such a pleasure | |
I thought it would all fall right in my lap | |
Conversing with cash | |
You' ve cashed all your chips | |
You fished out my sea, see | |
You dropped all the drips | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say ' hell yeah' |
zuò cí : Killbey, Koppes, Lane, Powles ... | |
Listen | |
Can you even imagine how this all went wrong | |
Was supposed to be good trip | |
We' re all supposed to feel like we belong | |
Don' t pitch me the script | |
I' ve got a suggestion for the end of it | |
Don' t beat up your computer, don' t downplay your soul | |
Don' t find it wanting when you' ve lost control | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say ' hell yeah' | |
Watch out | |
You can never be certain if anyone is really a friend | |
This could be such a sweet thing | |
We all should be leaving in the end | |
Your network' s gone down | |
No one can connect you up in this town | |
You scoped out a slot, you scooped out a niche | |
You' re strutting along on the end of a leash | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say ' hell yeah' | |
Help me | |
Can' t find my way back | |
I feel like I' m already off the map | |
This should have been such a pleasure | |
I thought it would all fall right in my lap | |
Conversing with cash | |
You' ve cashed all your chips | |
You fished out my sea, see | |
You dropped all the drips | |
Just like the stories they tell ya | |
Just like the tripe that they sell ya | |
Just like the damned you say ' hell yeah' |