Song | What Jail Is Like |
Artist | The Afghan Whigs |
Album | Gentlemen |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dulli | |
I'll warn you, if cornered, i'll scratch my way out of the pen | |
Wired, an animal | |
The claustrophobia begins | |
You think i'm scared of girls | |
Well maybe | |
But i'm not afraid of you | |
You want to scare me then you'll cling to me no matter what i do | |
Tell you a secret | |
They shared a needle once or twice | |
I loved her, she loved me | |
We slept together a couple of times | |
You think i'm proud of this | |
Well maybe | |
But the shame you never lose | |
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse | |
And it goes down every night | |
This must be what jail is really like | |
And i will scratch my way out of this pen, again | |
Lonely? | |
Maybe | |
Or maybe not | |
It all depends | |
Your ideal, your image | |
Your definition of a friend | |
If what you're shoveling is company | |
Then i'd rather be alone | |
Resentment always goes much further than it was supposed to go |
zuo ci : Dulli | |
I' ll warn you, if cornered, i' ll scratch my way out of the pen | |
Wired, an animal | |
The claustrophobia begins | |
You think i' m scared of girls | |
Well maybe | |
But i' m not afraid of you | |
You want to scare me then you' ll cling to me no matter what i do | |
Tell you a secret | |
They shared a needle once or twice | |
I loved her, she loved me | |
We slept together a couple of times | |
You think i' m proud of this | |
Well maybe | |
But the shame you never lose | |
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse | |
And it goes down every night | |
This must be what jail is really like | |
And i will scratch my way out of this pen, again | |
Lonely? | |
Maybe | |
Or maybe not | |
It all depends | |
Your ideal, your image | |
Your definition of a friend | |
If what you' re shoveling is company | |
Then i' d rather be alone | |
Resentment always goes much further than it was supposed to go |
zuò cí : Dulli | |
I' ll warn you, if cornered, i' ll scratch my way out of the pen | |
Wired, an animal | |
The claustrophobia begins | |
You think i' m scared of girls | |
Well maybe | |
But i' m not afraid of you | |
You want to scare me then you' ll cling to me no matter what i do | |
Tell you a secret | |
They shared a needle once or twice | |
I loved her, she loved me | |
We slept together a couple of times | |
You think i' m proud of this | |
Well maybe | |
But the shame you never lose | |
Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse | |
And it goes down every night | |
This must be what jail is really like | |
And i will scratch my way out of this pen, again | |
Lonely? | |
Maybe | |
Or maybe not | |
It all depends | |
Your ideal, your image | |
Your definition of a friend | |
If what you' re shoveling is company | |
Then i' d rather be alone | |
Resentment always goes much further than it was supposed to go |