| Song | Your Belgian Things |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | We Shall All Be Healed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| The men were here to get your Belgian things | |
| They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar | |
| There's guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots | |
| They've come to keep your pretty things from danger | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs | |
| I shot a roll of 32 exposures | |
| My camera groans beneath the weight it bears | |
| I can see you in my sleep | |
| Playing the points for all your worth | |
| Walking gingerly across | |
| The bruised earth | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent | |
| Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars | |
| Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent | |
| The arteries are clogging in the mainframe | |
| There's too much information in the pipes | |
| I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom | |
| A tiger's never gonna change its stripes | |
| I guess, I guess | |
| But Jesus, what a mess | |
| One way in | |
| No way out | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| While I was only here to see them do it | |
| I wish you had a number where you are | |
| It's hard with no one here to help me through it | |
| I can see you in my sleep | |
| Playing the points for all your worth | |
| Walking gingerly across | |
| The bruised earth |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| The men were here to get your Belgian things | |
| They' ll store them for you in an airplane hangar | |
| There' s guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots | |
| They' ve come to keep your pretty things from danger | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| They' ll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs | |
| I shot a roll of 32 exposures | |
| My camera groans beneath the weight it bears | |
| I can see you in my sleep | |
| Playing the points for all your worth | |
| Walking gingerly across | |
| The bruised earth | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent | |
| Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars | |
| Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent | |
| The arteries are clogging in the mainframe | |
| There' s too much information in the pipes | |
| I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom | |
| A tiger' s never gonna change its stripes | |
| I guess, I guess | |
| But Jesus, what a mess | |
| One way in | |
| No way out | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| While I was only here to see them do it | |
| I wish you had a number where you are | |
| It' s hard with no one here to help me through it | |
| I can see you in my sleep | |
| Playing the points for all your worth | |
| Walking gingerly across | |
| The bruised earth |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| The men were here to get your Belgian things | |
| They' ll store them for you in an airplane hangar | |
| There' s guys in biohazard suits, mud caking on their rubber boots | |
| They' ve come to keep your pretty things from danger | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| They' ll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs | |
| I shot a roll of 32 exposures | |
| My camera groans beneath the weight it bears | |
| I can see you in my sleep | |
| Playing the points for all your worth | |
| Walking gingerly across | |
| The bruised earth | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent | |
| Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars | |
| Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent | |
| The arteries are clogging in the mainframe | |
| There' s too much information in the pipes | |
| I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom | |
| A tiger' s never gonna change its stripes | |
| I guess, I guess | |
| But Jesus, what a mess | |
| One way in | |
| No way out | |
| The men came here to get your Belgian things | |
| While I was only here to see them do it | |
| I wish you had a number where you are | |
| It' s hard with no one here to help me through it | |
| I can see you in my sleep | |
| Playing the points for all your worth | |
| Walking gingerly across | |
| The bruised earth |