Song | Pencil Fight |
Artist | Atomship |
Album | The Crash Of '47 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kent, Pardoe, Slade | |
This life spreads like cancer as nothing here is real. | |
Meet me here by the bus stop with my pencil made of steel. | |
So it's time. | |
It's just time. | |
Well I'm not much for the classroom teacher teach me if you care. | |
I can't pay much attention with that ruler in your hand. | |
So it's just time. | |
Cause I'm thinkin' | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
Well I'm not much for the schoolyard teacher catch me if you can. | |
You leave me here by the swing set with my pencil broke in hand. | |
Oh it's fine. | |
Shattered shards of graphite as they're flying through the air. | |
I'll open eyes quite slowly with the splinters in my hair. | |
So it's time. | |
Cause I'm thinkin'. | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
It's just time, oh my, oh my. | |
In this world no one leaves alone. | |
For the only way we leave is in death and in death my friends you leave with one thing and that one thing is pride. | |
And pride throughout changes in time between the sky that you love to the ground that you hate. | |
Right between everything that once was, your pride, can never die. | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
Don't you see we have problems here? | |
Problems here at my home |
zuo qu : Kent, Pardoe, Slade | |
This life spreads like cancer as nothing here is real. | |
Meet me here by the bus stop with my pencil made of steel. | |
So it' s time. | |
It' s just time. | |
Well I' m not much for the classroom teacher teach me if you care. | |
I can' t pay much attention with that ruler in your hand. | |
So it' s just time. | |
Cause I' m thinkin' | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
Well I' m not much for the schoolyard teacher catch me if you can. | |
You leave me here by the swing set with my pencil broke in hand. | |
Oh it' s fine. | |
Shattered shards of graphite as they' re flying through the air. | |
I' ll open eyes quite slowly with the splinters in my hair. | |
So it' s time. | |
Cause I' m thinkin'. | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
It' s just time, oh my, oh my. | |
In this world no one leaves alone. | |
For the only way we leave is in death and in death my friends you leave with one thing and that one thing is pride. | |
And pride throughout changes in time between the sky that you love to the ground that you hate. | |
Right between everything that once was, your pride, can never die. | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
Don' t you see we have problems here? | |
Problems here at my home |
zuò qǔ : Kent, Pardoe, Slade | |
This life spreads like cancer as nothing here is real. | |
Meet me here by the bus stop with my pencil made of steel. | |
So it' s time. | |
It' s just time. | |
Well I' m not much for the classroom teacher teach me if you care. | |
I can' t pay much attention with that ruler in your hand. | |
So it' s just time. | |
Cause I' m thinkin' | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
Well I' m not much for the schoolyard teacher catch me if you can. | |
You leave me here by the swing set with my pencil broke in hand. | |
Oh it' s fine. | |
Shattered shards of graphite as they' re flying through the air. | |
I' ll open eyes quite slowly with the splinters in my hair. | |
So it' s time. | |
Cause I' m thinkin'. | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
It' s just time, oh my, oh my. | |
In this world no one leaves alone. | |
For the only way we leave is in death and in death my friends you leave with one thing and that one thing is pride. | |
And pride throughout changes in time between the sky that you love to the ground that you hate. | |
Right between everything that once was, your pride, can never die. | |
Pencil fight, here we are. | |
Pencil fight, break me down. | |
Don' t you see we have problems here? | |
Problems here at my home |