Song | We're All Mad Here |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Alice |
作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
You can hang me in a bottle like a cat | |
Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat | |
Where the wailing of a baby | |
Meets the footsteps of the dead | |
We're all mad here | |
As the devil sticks his flag into the mud | |
Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd | |
Hell is such a lonely place | |
And your big expensive face will never last | |
And you'll die with the rose still on your lips | |
And in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips | |
And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine | |
We're all mad here | |
And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain | |
And we're all inside a decomposing train | |
And your eyes will die like fish | |
And the shore of your face will turn to bone |
zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
You can hang me in a bottle like a cat | |
Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat | |
Where the wailing of a baby | |
Meets the footsteps of the dead | |
We' re all mad here | |
As the devil sticks his flag into the mud | |
Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd | |
Hell is such a lonely place | |
And your big expensive face will never last | |
And you' ll die with the rose still on your lips | |
And in time the heartshaped bone that was your hips | |
And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine | |
We' re all mad here | |
And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain | |
And we' re all inside a decomposing train | |
And your eyes will die like fish | |
And the shore of your face will turn to bone |