Song | Whites of Their Eyes |
Artist | New Model Army |
Album | Strange Brotherhood |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Raised in the fields in the back of beyond, | |
hauled into position as a prodigal son. | |
I was not Abel - I was a Cain; | |
the kind you find a use for every now and again. | |
I can't abide what things have become, | |
they think that you're simple, they think that I'm dumb | |
You want to know one thing I advise? | |
Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes. | |
They'll come to you in the perfect disguise | |
clock you too late, with a squeal of surprise | |
shoot when you see the whites, the whites of their eyes. | |
The wolf-child smiles in the shallowest dreams | |
and you don't know just what it means | |
Hey diddle diddle, what on earth can it be? | |
You ain't going to get any answers from me |
zuo ci : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Raised in the fields in the back of beyond, | |
hauled into position as a prodigal son. | |
I was not Abel I was a Cain | |
the kind you find a use for every now and again. | |
I can' t abide what things have become, | |
they think that you' re simple, they think that I' m dumb | |
You want to know one thing I advise? | |
Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes. | |
They' ll come to you in the perfect disguise | |
clock you too late, with a squeal of surprise | |
shoot when you see the whites, the whites of their eyes. | |
The wolfchild smiles in the shallowest dreams | |
and you don' t know just what it means | |
Hey diddle diddle, what on earth can it be? | |
You ain' t going to get any answers from me |
zuò cí : Heaton, Sullivan | |
Raised in the fields in the back of beyond, | |
hauled into position as a prodigal son. | |
I was not Abel I was a Cain | |
the kind you find a use for every now and again. | |
I can' t abide what things have become, | |
they think that you' re simple, they think that I' m dumb | |
You want to know one thing I advise? | |
Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes. | |
They' ll come to you in the perfect disguise | |
clock you too late, with a squeal of surprise | |
shoot when you see the whites, the whites of their eyes. | |
The wolfchild smiles in the shallowest dreams | |
and you don' t know just what it means | |
Hey diddle diddle, what on earth can it be? | |
You ain' t going to get any answers from me |