Song | Fugitive Kind |
Artist | Paul Westerberg |
Album | Suicaine Gratification |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Westerberg | |
I've been bought | |
It's quite a scandal | |
Just got out alive | |
I gave 'em all | |
That they could handle | |
Then I took a dive | |
So take a chair | |
And make it snappy | |
Tryin' to lose these jerks | |
Say a prayer and make it simple | |
It's the only kind that works | |
On the outskirts | |
Of the sundown | |
I feel like | |
Billy the | |
Kid Don't know where | |
I'll go or run now | |
Like I ever did | |
Is this where | |
I belong Hurry up, quick | |
And you can come along | |
We ain't got time for you | |
To grab your stuff | |
What's flowing through our veins | |
Is good enough | |
I'm the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can't wait | |
You can run-run-run-run away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can run-run-run-run away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
I've got strange and grandiose ideas | |
I never know or care | |
What day it is | |
We can write down our dreams and hide 'em under the bed | |
And walk down the street with lightbulbs on our head | |
I'm the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can't wait | |
You can run-run-run-run away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can run-run-run-run away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
I stood alone on that stage | |
Just like a stone on a grave | |
You could be my lover | |
I'd make you laugh | |
Or just another epitath | |
I'm a bad idea whose time has come | |
And I'll never forget | |
Where I started from | |
I'm the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can't wait | |
You can run-run-run-run away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can run-run-run-run away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can run-run-run-run away with me | |
But never from your fate |
zuo ci : Westerberg | |
I' ve been bought | |
It' s quite a scandal | |
Just got out alive | |
I gave ' em all | |
That they could handle | |
Then I took a dive | |
So take a chair | |
And make it snappy | |
Tryin' to lose these jerks | |
Say a prayer and make it simple | |
It' s the only kind that works | |
On the outskirts | |
Of the sundown | |
I feel like | |
Billy the | |
Kid Don' t know where | |
I' ll go or run now | |
Like I ever did | |
Is this where | |
I belong Hurry up, quick | |
And you can come along | |
We ain' t got time for you | |
To grab your stuff | |
What' s flowing through our veins | |
Is good enough | |
I' m the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can' t wait | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
I' ve got strange and grandiose ideas | |
I never know or care | |
What day it is | |
We can write down our dreams and hide ' em under the bed | |
And walk down the street with lightbulbs on our head | |
I' m the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can' t wait | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
I stood alone on that stage | |
Just like a stone on a grave | |
You could be my lover | |
I' d make you laugh | |
Or just another epitath | |
I' m a bad idea whose time has come | |
And I' ll never forget | |
Where I started from | |
I' m the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can' t wait | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate |
zuò cí : Westerberg | |
I' ve been bought | |
It' s quite a scandal | |
Just got out alive | |
I gave ' em all | |
That they could handle | |
Then I took a dive | |
So take a chair | |
And make it snappy | |
Tryin' to lose these jerks | |
Say a prayer and make it simple | |
It' s the only kind that works | |
On the outskirts | |
Of the sundown | |
I feel like | |
Billy the | |
Kid Don' t know where | |
I' ll go or run now | |
Like I ever did | |
Is this where | |
I belong Hurry up, quick | |
And you can come along | |
We ain' t got time for you | |
To grab your stuff | |
What' s flowing through our veins | |
Is good enough | |
I' m the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can' t wait | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
I' ve got strange and grandiose ideas | |
I never know or care | |
What day it is | |
We can write down our dreams and hide ' em under the bed | |
And walk down the street with lightbulbs on our head | |
I' m the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can' t wait | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
I stood alone on that stage | |
Just like a stone on a grave | |
You could be my lover | |
I' d make you laugh | |
Or just another epitath | |
I' m a bad idea whose time has come | |
And I' ll never forget | |
Where I started from | |
I' m the fugitve kind | |
You better make up your mind | |
I can' t wait | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate | |
You can runrunrunrun away with me | |
But never from your fate |