Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down

Song	Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down
Artist	Lambchop
Album	Aw C'Mon! No You C'Mon!

	作曲 : Wagner
	Hobbled by the fact
	That there must be a problem
	Confident that there's a trace
	Of honor that we share
	So let's begin again
	And let's not try to answer
	With subtle irony
	Instead of common sense
	Take me to your room
	And lay me on the bed
	Looking at the stamps
	That slowly you've collected
	The impression that was made
	As you frequently do fly
	Dripping on the dock
	You shiver from the cold
	You're looking pretty good
	And I'm feeling pretty old
	Is sudden mastery
	Of most of the decisions
	Convinced of steady growth
	In the hours that will come
	To take the best of me
	And throw it to the dogs
	You can call me bastard
	And you can call me friend
	But don't forget to call me
	Before the story ends
	Covered in a fabric
	That's made from good intent
	Poking through a hole
	That been eaten by a moth
	Let's pretend I'm guilty
	Of everything you've mentioned
	Reproductively unsound
	Reproductively inclined
	But can I change the system
	Of how I have been measured
	It's really unattractive
	How little I really know
	So shoot me through a cannon
	Squash me like a bug
	Or sweep me like some dirt
	That lies under a rug
	Let's start up a petition
	To get me out of town
	Each time I bring you up
	It seem to bring you down

	zuò qǔ : Wagner
	Hobbled by the fact
	That there must be a problem
	Confident that there' s a trace
	Of honor that we share
	So let' s begin again
	And let' s not try to answer
	With subtle irony
	Instead of common sense
	Take me to your room
	And lay me on the bed
	Looking at the stamps
	That slowly you' ve collected
	The impression that was made
	As you frequently do fly
	Dripping on the dock
	You shiver from the cold
	You' re looking pretty good
	And I' m feeling pretty old
	Is sudden mastery
	Of most of the decisions
	Convinced of steady growth
	In the hours that will come
	To take the best of me
	And throw it to the dogs
	You can call me bastard
	And you can call me friend
	But don' t forget to call me
	Before the story ends
	Covered in a fabric
	That' s made from good intent
	Poking through a hole
	That been eaten by a moth
	Let' s pretend I' m guilty
	Of everything you' ve mentioned
	Reproductively unsound
	Reproductively inclined
	But can I change the system
	Of how I have been measured
	It' s really unattractive
	How little I really know
	So shoot me through a cannon
	Squash me like a bug
	Or sweep me like some dirt
	That lies under a rug
	Let' s start up a petition
	To get me out of town
	Each time I bring you up
	It seem to bring you down