| Song | New Slang |
| Artist | The Shins |
| Album | Know Your Onion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Mercer, Shins |
| [00:39.440] | Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. |
| [00:46.210] | Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. |
| [00:51.370] | Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. |
| [00:58.420] | I was happier then with no mind-set. |
| [01:05.400] | And if you'd 'a took to me like |
| [01:08.890] | A gull takes to the wind. |
| [01:11.210] | |
| [01:11.810] | Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree |
| [01:16.230] | And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores |
| [01:25.830] | And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. |
| [01:30.520] | New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. |
| [01:33.130] | Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. |
| [01:37.700] | Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, |
| [01:42.160] | Never should have called |
| [01:44.539] | But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely. |
| [01:50.920] | A gull takes to the wind. |
| [01:55.570] | Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree |
| [01:58.700] | And i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores |
| [02:06.580] | And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. |
| [02:29.770] | God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, |
| [02:36.470] | And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. |
| [02:42.600] | I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find. |
| [02:50.100] | Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? |
| [02:57.600] | And if you'd 'a took to me like |
| [03:02.220] | Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores |
| [03:05.570] | And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. |
| [03:11.500] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Mercer, Shins |
| [00:39.440] | Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. |
| [00:46.210] | Only, i don' t know how they got out, dear. |
| [00:51.370] | Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. |
| [00:58.420] | I was happier then with no mindset. |
| [01:05.400] | And if you' d ' a took to me like |
| [01:08.890] | A gull takes to the wind. |
| [01:11.210] | |
| [01:11.810] | Well, i' d ' a jumped from my tree |
| [01:16.230] | And i' d a danced like the king of the eyesores |
| [01:25.830] | And the rest of our lives would ' a fared well. |
| [01:30.520] | New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. |
| [01:33.130] | Hope it' s right when you die, old and bony. |
| [01:37.700] | Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, |
| [01:42.160] | Never should have called |
| [01:44.539] | But my head' s to the wall and i' m lonely. |
| [01:50.920] | A gull takes to the wind. |
| [01:55.570] | Well, i' d ' a jumped from my tree |
| [01:58.700] | And i' d a danced like the kind of the eyesores |
| [02:06.580] | And the rest of our lives would ' a fared well. |
| [02:29.770] | God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, |
| [02:36.470] | And bleed into their buns ' till they melt away. |
| [02:42.600] | I' m looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find. |
| [02:50.100] | Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? |
| [02:57.600] | And if you' d ' a took to me like |
| [03:02.220] | Well i' d a danced like the queen of the eyesores |
| [03:05.570] | And the rest of our lives would ' a fared well. |
| [03:11.500] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Mercer, Shins |
| [00:39.440] | Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. |
| [00:46.210] | Only, i don' t know how they got out, dear. |
| [00:51.370] | Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. |
| [00:58.420] | I was happier then with no mindset. |
| [01:05.400] | And if you' d ' a took to me like |
| [01:08.890] | A gull takes to the wind. |
| [01:11.210] | |
| [01:11.810] | Well, i' d ' a jumped from my tree |
| [01:16.230] | And i' d a danced like the king of the eyesores |
| [01:25.830] | And the rest of our lives would ' a fared well. |
| [01:30.520] | New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. |
| [01:33.130] | Hope it' s right when you die, old and bony. |
| [01:37.700] | Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, |
| [01:42.160] | Never should have called |
| [01:44.539] | But my head' s to the wall and i' m lonely. |
| [01:50.920] | A gull takes to the wind. |
| [01:55.570] | Well, i' d ' a jumped from my tree |
| [01:58.700] | And i' d a danced like the kind of the eyesores |
| [02:06.580] | And the rest of our lives would ' a fared well. |
| [02:29.770] | God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, |
| [02:36.470] | And bleed into their buns ' till they melt away. |
| [02:42.600] | I' m looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find. |
| [02:50.100] | Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? |
| [02:57.600] | And if you' d ' a took to me like |
| [03:02.220] | Well i' d a danced like the queen of the eyesores |
| [03:05.570] | And the rest of our lives would ' a fared well. |
| [03:11.500] |