| Song | And This Day |
| Artist | The Fall |
| Album | Hex Enduction Hour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : SMITH (GB) MARK EDWARD | |
| 作词 : Hanley, Riley, Smith | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Dream theatre | |
| And this day | |
| No matter what all who fills baskets | |
| Or who's just there | |
| The whole earth shudders | |
| And this day | |
| Seen from the bottom glass phut cig | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the road | |
| And you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| You show me the bloody poor bores | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| A big basket full s-pub s-mart | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| A big basket full s-pub s-mart | |
| A zero in the ss school bus lacks wages | |
| Poetic justice | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| As seen from a glass bottom phut cig | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| Who are the translators? | |
| In a bl glandule area | |
| And though the blades make presence felt | |
| Like us football players | |
| And this day | |
| It will soon heal up | |
| Everywhere | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| But i'll even blow my nose on last pound note | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| Even god pays here | |
| You can go all around holland | |
| Holland europe | |
| Youth continent | |
| But it will soon come back | |
| And this day | |
| It will soon heal up | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| I am right here | |
| The fear and the awe | |
| Medical thingy | |
| And this day | |
| Everywhere just | |
| No fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| And this day | |
| Who are the translators? | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Guaranteed by god | |
| Rosso rosso | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| Everywhere | |
| And this day | |
| Who are the translators? who are the empirical leeches? | |
| Who | |
| Who | |
| Classical | |
| Smart organic brain bank | |
| Multiplexes | |
| Who are the transistors? | |
| Who are the numerical leeches? | |
| Brain bank | |
| It's clear when every lie disturbs | |
| Makes you jump | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite | |
| Us here jim kidder | |
| Your friends are dust | |
| They're in bits | |
| They're dust | |
| Dusty friends | |
| I cannot account | |
| For this village | |
| Turned me into a nigger | |
| Space dusty clock drove me | |
| To this village |
| zuo qu : SMITH GB MARK EDWARD | |
| zuo ci : Hanley, Riley, Smith | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Dream theatre | |
| And this day | |
| No matter what all who fills baskets | |
| Or who' s just there | |
| The whole earth shudders | |
| And this day | |
| Seen from the bottom glass phut cig | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the road | |
| And you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| You show me the bloody poor bores | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| A big basket full spub smart | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| A big basket full spub smart | |
| A zero in the ss school bus lacks wages | |
| Poetic justice | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| As seen from a glass bottom phut cig | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| Who are the translators? | |
| In a bl glandule area | |
| And though the blades make presence felt | |
| Like us football players | |
| And this day | |
| It will soon heal up | |
| Everywhere | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| But i' ll even blow my nose on last pound note | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| Even god pays here | |
| You can go all around holland | |
| Holland europe | |
| Youth continent | |
| But it will soon come back | |
| And this day | |
| It will soon heal up | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| I am right here | |
| The fear and the awe | |
| Medical thingy | |
| And this day | |
| Everywhere just | |
| No fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| And this day | |
| Who are the translators? | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Guaranteed by god | |
| Rosso rosso | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| Everywhere | |
| And this day | |
| Who are the translators? who are the empirical leeches? | |
| Who | |
| Who | |
| Classical | |
| Smart organic brain bank | |
| Multiplexes | |
| Who are the transistors? | |
| Who are the numerical leeches? | |
| Brain bank | |
| It' s clear when every lie disturbs | |
| Makes you jump | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite | |
| Us here jim kidder | |
| Your friends are dust | |
| They' re in bits | |
| They' re dust | |
| Dusty friends | |
| I cannot account | |
| For this village | |
| Turned me into a nigger | |
| Space dusty clock drove me | |
| To this village |
| zuò qǔ : SMITH GB MARK EDWARD | |
| zuò cí : Hanley, Riley, Smith | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Dream theatre | |
| And this day | |
| No matter what all who fills baskets | |
| Or who' s just there | |
| The whole earth shudders | |
| And this day | |
| Seen from the bottom glass phut cig | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the road | |
| And you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| You show me the bloody poor bores | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| A big basket full spub smart | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| A big basket full spub smart | |
| A zero in the ss school bus lacks wages | |
| Poetic justice | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| As seen from a glass bottom phut cig | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| Who are the translators? | |
| In a bl glandule area | |
| And though the blades make presence felt | |
| Like us football players | |
| And this day | |
| It will soon heal up | |
| Everywhere | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| But i' ll even blow my nose on last pound note | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| Even god pays here | |
| You can go all around holland | |
| Holland europe | |
| Youth continent | |
| But it will soon come back | |
| And this day | |
| It will soon heal up | |
| The surroundings were screaming on the roads | |
| So you even mistrust your own feelings | |
| And this day | |
| I am right here | |
| The fear and the awe | |
| Medical thingy | |
| And this day | |
| Everywhere just | |
| No fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Jim kidder | |
| And this day | |
| Who are the translators? | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite for us here | |
| Guaranteed by god | |
| Rosso rosso | |
| And this day | |
| The old feelings came back | |
| Everywhere | |
| And this day | |
| Who are the translators? who are the empirical leeches? | |
| Who | |
| Who | |
| Classical | |
| Smart organic brain bank | |
| Multiplexes | |
| Who are the transistors? | |
| Who are the numerical leeches? | |
| Brain bank | |
| It' s clear when every lie disturbs | |
| Makes you jump | |
| Everywhere | |
| Just no fucking respite | |
| Us here jim kidder | |
| Your friends are dust | |
| They' re in bits | |
| They' re dust | |
| Dusty friends | |
| I cannot account | |
| For this village | |
| Turned me into a nigger | |
| Space dusty clock drove me | |
| To this village |