| Song | Poor Jackie |
| Artist | Man Man |
| Album | Rabbit Habits |
| 作曲 : Man Man | |
| Jackie hits the streets | |
| She swears that all she sees | |
| Is the hunger in their eyes | |
| And the desperation in their speech | |
| Jackie hunts the shadows | |
| With a bowie knife at her elbows | |
| She cuts free those horrible drums | |
| That beat like bats under their sternums | |
| She wears their fear around her neck | |
| (I heard it all from shady streets) | |
| (She travels light on angel feet) | |
| (Best watch your back if I were you) | |
| (Her body's warm and that's her cue) | |
| Jackie's still on the loose | |
| As detectives gather clues | |
| So she tattoos a mustache above her lip | |
| Shaves her head, curses God for those hips | |
| That sway when the beat plays | |
| Dead giveaway she ain't no man | |
| And I don't see what everybody | |
| Sees in your sexy body | |
| All I see is a shallow grave | |
| Trapped inside of a pretty face | |
| "Rescue me" | |
| is written on your bed | |
| Home is where the bullet lands | |
| As it travels through your head, and I believe | |
| That all I need to set me free | |
| Is for someone someday somewhere to murder me | |
| And I don't see what everybody | |
| Sees in your sexy body | |
| All I see is a shallow grave | |
| Trapped inside of a pretty face | |
| And I walk the same cold streets | |
| Overhear the same heartbeats | |
| And I tune my drum just right | |
| So you can come set it off in the night | |
| And I want to be embraced by you | |
| And see our violent paths collide | |
| I want to crawl in your autumn mouth | |
| And feel the crows pick me apart inside | |
| And everything that they said is true | |
| I'm on a downward spiral towards you | |
| And I'll fight through the positive steps | |
| As I hurl towards my final descent | |
| And I need to get back to you | |
| And lay this heavy head in your lap | |
| 'Cause these days nothing makes more sense | |
| Than the dance towards the inevitable end | |
| And I'm wearing virginal white for you | |
| Don't you see? | |
| So please come with your sharpened knives | |
| And murder me | |
| And I'm wearing virginal white for you | |
| Don't you see? | |
| So please come with your sharpened knives | |
| And murder me | |
| 'Cause I'm wearing virginal white for you | |
| Don't you see? | |
| And my eyes are more open now | |
| Than they'll ever be | |
| (Why it got to be) | |
| (I heard it all before) | |
| ('Cause it don't always end) | |
| (The way it ended before) | |
| (Why it got to be) | |
| (I've heard it all before) | |
| ('Cause it don't always end) | |
| (The way it end before) | |
| There ain't no God here | |
| (Why's it got to be) | |
| As far as I can see | |
| (I've heard it all before) | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ('Cause it don't always end) | |
| There ain't no God here | |
| (Why's it got to be) | |
| As far as I can see | |
| (I've heard it all before) | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ('Cause it don't always end) | |
| There ain't no God here | |
| (Why's it got to be) | |
| As far as I can see | |
| (I've heard it all before) | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ('Cause it don't always end) | |
| There ain't no God here | |
| (Why's it got to be) | |
| As far as I can see | |
| (I've heard it all before) | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ('Cause it don't always end) | |
| There ain't no God here | |
| (Why's it got to be) | |
| As far as I can see | |
| (I've heard it all before) | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ('Cause it don't always end) | |
| There ain't no God here | |
| (Why's it got to be) | |
| As far as I can see | |
| (I've heard it all before) | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ('Cause it don't always end) | |
| (Cause it don't always end) | |
| (Cause it don't always end) | |
| (Cause it don't always end) | |
| (Cause it don't always end) | |
| (Cause it don't always end) |
| zuò qǔ : Man Man | |
| Jackie hits the streets | |
| She swears that all she sees | |
| Is the hunger in their eyes | |
| And the desperation in their speech | |
| Jackie hunts the shadows | |
| With a bowie knife at her elbows | |
| She cuts free those horrible drums | |
| That beat like bats under their sternums | |
| She wears their fear around her neck | |
| I heard it all from shady streets | |
| She travels light on angel feet | |
| Best watch your back if I were you | |
| Her body' s warm and that' s her cue | |
| Jackie' s still on the loose | |
| As detectives gather clues | |
| So she tattoos a mustache above her lip | |
| Shaves her head, curses God for those hips | |
| That sway when the beat plays | |
| Dead giveaway she ain' t no man | |
| And I don' t see what everybody | |
| Sees in your sexy body | |
| All I see is a shallow grave | |
| Trapped inside of a pretty face | |
| " Rescue me" | |
| is written on your bed | |
| Home is where the bullet lands | |
| As it travels through your head, and I believe | |
| That all I need to set me free | |
| Is for someone someday somewhere to murder me | |
| And I don' t see what everybody | |
| Sees in your sexy body | |
| All I see is a shallow grave | |
| Trapped inside of a pretty face | |
| And I walk the same cold streets | |
| Overhear the same heartbeats | |
| And I tune my drum just right | |
| So you can come set it off in the night | |
| And I want to be embraced by you | |
| And see our violent paths collide | |
| I want to crawl in your autumn mouth | |
| And feel the crows pick me apart inside | |
| And everything that they said is true | |
| I' m on a downward spiral towards you | |
| And I' ll fight through the positive steps | |
| As I hurl towards my final descent | |
| And I need to get back to you | |
| And lay this heavy head in your lap | |
| ' Cause these days nothing makes more sense | |
| Than the dance towards the inevitable end | |
| And I' m wearing virginal white for you | |
| Don' t you see? | |
| So please come with your sharpened knives | |
| And murder me | |
| And I' m wearing virginal white for you | |
| Don' t you see? | |
| So please come with your sharpened knives | |
| And murder me | |
| ' Cause I' m wearing virginal white for you | |
| Don' t you see? | |
| And my eyes are more open now | |
| Than they' ll ever be | |
| Why it got to be | |
| I heard it all before | |
| ' Cause it don' t always end | |
| The way it ended before | |
| Why it got to be | |
| I' ve heard it all before | |
| ' Cause it don' t always end | |
| The way it end before | |
| There ain' t no God here | |
| Why' s it got to be | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I' ve heard it all before | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ' Cause it don' t always end | |
| There ain' t no God here | |
| Why' s it got to be | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I' ve heard it all before | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ' Cause it don' t always end | |
| There ain' t no God here | |
| Why' s it got to be | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I' ve heard it all before | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ' Cause it don' t always end | |
| There ain' t no God here | |
| Why' s it got to be | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I' ve heard it all before | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ' Cause it don' t always end | |
| There ain' t no God here | |
| Why' s it got to be | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I' ve heard it all before | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ' Cause it don' t always end | |
| There ain' t no God here | |
| Why' s it got to be | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I' ve heard it all before | |
| Your God of hope and light never did nothing straight by me | |
| ' Cause it don' t always end | |
| Cause it don' t always end | |
| Cause it don' t always end | |
| Cause it don' t always end | |
| Cause it don' t always end | |
| Cause it don' t always end |