Song | Despite What You've Been Told |
Artist | Two Gallants |
Album | Despite What You've Been Told |
作曲 : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
Well I guess by the blood stain of your lips | |
And the wonder of your finger tips | |
I should prove true to my emptiness | |
And stay here | |
Well, I'm just a kid of ill repute | |
But the skin I wear's my only suit | |
And you, you're just a substitute | |
For the one that I hold dear | |
You know you could be anyone | |
God forgive my tasteless tongue | |
I never should've been set free | |
I cut my eyes, I skin my face | |
Makes 'em how to be replaced | |
That's how we deal with boys like me | |
But I guess by this world so sick with loss | |
And your services so free of cost | |
I should climb down off my rugged cross | |
And lay with you | |
But you know by know it's half past late | |
And I only came here for escape | |
And you, you're just my next mistake | |
Like me to you | |
You know you could be anyone | |
God forgive your unborn sons | |
I hope they don't end up like me | |
I drag my mind through streets of shame | |
Blame myself, forgive the game | |
That's how we deal with boys like me | |
But despite what you've been told | |
I once had a soul | |
Left somewhere behind | |
A former friend of mine | |
And I hate to speak so free | |
But you mean nothing to me | |
So, if the street lights they shine bright | |
I'll be home tonight | |
I guess by the dim light in your eyes | |
And that to you all things come as a surprise | |
I should set the steel trap of your thighs | |
And dive right in | |
But to you I'm just a confused child | |
Insecure or in denial | |
Go raise your robes, go have your trial | |
I'll let you win | |
You know I could be anyone | |
God forgive what I should have done | |
My thoughts enough to guilty be | |
Yes, I guess I made this bed | |
But I'll take the sidewalk instead | |
That's how we deal with boys like me | |
But despite what you've been told | |
I once had a soul | |
Left somewhere behind | |
A former friend of mine | |
And I hate to sound so true | |
But I mean nothing to you | |
So, if the street lights, they shine bright | |
I'll be home tonight |
zuò qǔ : Corvidae, Fontaine | |
Well I guess by the blood stain of your lips | |
And the wonder of your finger tips | |
I should prove true to my emptiness | |
And stay here | |
Well, I' m just a kid of ill repute | |
But the skin I wear' s my only suit | |
And you, you' re just a substitute | |
For the one that I hold dear | |
You know you could be anyone | |
God forgive my tasteless tongue | |
I never should' ve been set free | |
I cut my eyes, I skin my face | |
Makes ' em how to be replaced | |
That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
But I guess by this world so sick with loss | |
And your services so free of cost | |
I should climb down off my rugged cross | |
And lay with you | |
But you know by know it' s half past late | |
And I only came here for escape | |
And you, you' re just my next mistake | |
Like me to you | |
You know you could be anyone | |
God forgive your unborn sons | |
I hope they don' t end up like me | |
I drag my mind through streets of shame | |
Blame myself, forgive the game | |
That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
But despite what you' ve been told | |
I once had a soul | |
Left somewhere behind | |
A former friend of mine | |
And I hate to speak so free | |
But you mean nothing to me | |
So, if the street lights they shine bright | |
I' ll be home tonight | |
I guess by the dim light in your eyes | |
And that to you all things come as a surprise | |
I should set the steel trap of your thighs | |
And dive right in | |
But to you I' m just a confused child | |
Insecure or in denial | |
Go raise your robes, go have your trial | |
I' ll let you win | |
You know I could be anyone | |
God forgive what I should have done | |
My thoughts enough to guilty be | |
Yes, I guess I made this bed | |
But I' ll take the sidewalk instead | |
That' s how we deal with boys like me | |
But despite what you' ve been told | |
I once had a soul | |
Left somewhere behind | |
A former friend of mine | |
And I hate to sound so true | |
But I mean nothing to you | |
So, if the street lights, they shine bright | |
I' ll be home tonight |