| Song | Middle Class Heroes |
| Artist | The Divine Comedy |
| Album | Your Generation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Hannon |
| [00:02.01] | "hello... |
| [00:03.57] | What have we here? |
| [00:05.34] | A young lady! |
| [00:07.53] | To what do i owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one? |
| [00:12.03] | How may i be of service this dark and wintry night? |
| [00:18.30] | Ah, i see. you wish me to look into the future... your future. |
| [00:24.81] | After gcses, a-levels, university... |
| [00:31.26] | After your first badly paid job in advertising... |
| [00:35.97] | Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic, |
| [00:41.70] | And i'll see what i can do... |
| [00:44.43] | Wait! |
| [00:45.30] | The fog is lifting!" |
| [00:55.53] | I see oriental paper globes |
| [00:56.16] | Hanging like decomposing cocoons |
| [01:01.26] | While exotic candles overload |
| [01:06.03] | The dusty air with their stale perfume |
| [01:13.44] | And i see lentils, beans, ******* and rice |
| [01:19.62] | In jars on the windowsill |
| [01:21.00] | And it ain't hardly enough to feed the mice |
| [01:29.58] | Running behind the lines of allergy pills |
| [01:55.77] | All these things will come to pass |
| [01:56.37] | When heroes of the middle class |
| [01:57.00] | Face up to their responsibilities |
| [02:00.12] | I see an indian fertility god |
| [02:05.88] | He's got thirty seven limbs to spare |
| [02:13.38] | And tasteless tie-dyed tablecloths |
| [02:17.52] | That double up as evening wear |
| [02:25.38] | And i see naked bodies twist and turn |
| [02:31.80] | On the futon of dreams fulfilled |
| [02:35.79] | But their three-year-old kid seems unconcerned |
| [02:41.46] | He'd rather swallow all those allergy pills |
| [03:19.20] | I see unspeakable vulgarity |
| [03:23.28] | Institutionalised mediocrity |
| [03:24.93] | Infinite tragedy |
| [03:26.91] | Rise up little souls◇join the doomed army |
| [03:30.57] | Fight the good fight◇wage the unwinnable war: |
| [03:35.70] | Elegance against ignorance! |
| [03:36.93] | Difference against indifference! |
| [03:38.37] | Wit against shit! |
| [03:47.88] | My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below |
| [03:51.39] | Words said without feeling never to heaven go... |
| [04:52.59] | All these things will come to pass |
| [04:53.19] | When heroes of the middle class |
| [04:53.82] | Face up, repent, and pay the price |
| [05:00.75] | For accidentally creating life |
| [05:06.06] | An oversight for which they must atone |
| [05:16.26] | And sacrifice their own |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Hannon |
| [00:02.01] | " hello... |
| [00:03.57] | What have we here? |
| [00:05.34] | A young lady! |
| [00:07.53] | To what do i owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one? |
| [00:12.03] | How may i be of service this dark and wintry night? |
| [00:18.30] | Ah, i see. you wish me to look into the future... your future. |
| [00:24.81] | After gcses, alevels, university... |
| [00:31.26] | After your first badly paid job in advertising... |
| [00:35.97] | Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic, |
| [00:41.70] | And i' ll see what i can do... |
| [00:44.43] | Wait! |
| [00:45.30] | The fog is lifting!" |
| [00:55.53] | I see oriental paper globes |
| [00:56.16] | Hanging like decomposing cocoons |
| [01:01.26] | While exotic candles overload |
| [01:06.03] | The dusty air with their stale perfume |
| [01:13.44] | And i see lentils, beans, and rice |
| [01:19.62] | In jars on the windowsill |
| [01:21.00] | And it ain' t hardly enough to feed the mice |
| [01:29.58] | Running behind the lines of allergy pills |
| [01:55.77] | All these things will come to pass |
| [01:56.37] | When heroes of the middle class |
| [01:57.00] | Face up to their responsibilities |
| [02:00.12] | I see an indian fertility god |
| [02:05.88] | He' s got thirty seven limbs to spare |
| [02:13.38] | And tasteless tiedyed tablecloths |
| [02:17.52] | That double up as evening wear |
| [02:25.38] | And i see naked bodies twist and turn |
| [02:31.80] | On the futon of dreams fulfilled |
| [02:35.79] | But their threeyearold kid seems unconcerned |
| [02:41.46] | He' d rather swallow all those allergy pills |
| [03:19.20] | I see unspeakable vulgarity |
| [03:23.28] | Institutionalised mediocrity |
| [03:24.93] | Infinite tragedy |
| [03:26.91] | Rise up little souls join the doomed army |
| [03:30.57] | Fight the good fight wage the unwinnable war: |
| [03:35.70] | Elegance against ignorance! |
| [03:36.93] | Difference against indifference! |
| [03:38.37] | Wit against shit! |
| [03:47.88] | My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below |
| [03:51.39] | Words said without feeling never to heaven go... |
| [04:52.59] | All these things will come to pass |
| [04:53.19] | When heroes of the middle class |
| [04:53.82] | Face up, repent, and pay the price |
| [05:00.75] | For accidentally creating life |
| [05:06.06] | An oversight for which they must atone |
| [05:16.26] | And sacrifice their own |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Hannon |
| [00:02.01] | " hello... |
| [00:03.57] | What have we here? |
| [00:05.34] | A young lady! |
| [00:07.53] | To what do i owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one? |
| [00:12.03] | How may i be of service this dark and wintry night? |
| [00:18.30] | Ah, i see. you wish me to look into the future... your future. |
| [00:24.81] | After gcses, alevels, university... |
| [00:31.26] | After your first badly paid job in advertising... |
| [00:35.97] | Okay, my pretty, just cross my palm with plastic, |
| [00:41.70] | And i' ll see what i can do... |
| [00:44.43] | Wait! |
| [00:45.30] | The fog is lifting!" |
| [00:55.53] | I see oriental paper globes |
| [00:56.16] | Hanging like decomposing cocoons |
| [01:01.26] | While exotic candles overload |
| [01:06.03] | The dusty air with their stale perfume |
| [01:13.44] | And i see lentils, beans, and rice |
| [01:19.62] | In jars on the windowsill |
| [01:21.00] | And it ain' t hardly enough to feed the mice |
| [01:29.58] | Running behind the lines of allergy pills |
| [01:55.77] | All these things will come to pass |
| [01:56.37] | When heroes of the middle class |
| [01:57.00] | Face up to their responsibilities |
| [02:00.12] | I see an indian fertility god |
| [02:05.88] | He' s got thirty seven limbs to spare |
| [02:13.38] | And tasteless tiedyed tablecloths |
| [02:17.52] | That double up as evening wear |
| [02:25.38] | And i see naked bodies twist and turn |
| [02:31.80] | On the futon of dreams fulfilled |
| [02:35.79] | But their threeyearold kid seems unconcerned |
| [02:41.46] | He' d rather swallow all those allergy pills |
| [03:19.20] | I see unspeakable vulgarity |
| [03:23.28] | Institutionalised mediocrity |
| [03:24.93] | Infinite tragedy |
| [03:26.91] | Rise up little souls join the doomed army |
| [03:30.57] | Fight the good fight wage the unwinnable war: |
| [03:35.70] | Elegance against ignorance! |
| [03:36.93] | Difference against indifference! |
| [03:38.37] | Wit against shit! |
| [03:47.88] | My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below |
| [03:51.39] | Words said without feeling never to heaven go... |
| [04:52.59] | All these things will come to pass |
| [04:53.19] | When heroes of the middle class |
| [04:53.82] | Face up, repent, and pay the price |
| [05:00.75] | For accidentally creating life |
| [05:06.06] | An oversight for which they must atone |
| [05:16.26] | And sacrifice their own |