Song | Red Right Hand [Scream 3 version] |
Artist | Nick Cave |
Artist | The Bad Seeds |
Album | B-Sides & Rarities |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mick Harvey/Nick Cave/Thomas Wydler | |
[Verse 1] | |
Take a little walk to the edge of town | |
Now spread your wings and fly | |
Don't the lights of the city look so damn pretty | |
When you're flying so high? | |
It's hard to know 'bout the down-below | |
The streets, babe, are swimming deep in blood | |
It seems | |
To make a grown man cry | |
You really wanna know what's wrong with this land? | |
Just scratch your head with your red right hand | |
[Verse 2] | |
You see, everyone's a liar, babe, and that's the truth | |
I said everyone's a liar, baby, and I got the proof | |
You got a new boy, you feel you're in with a chance | |
You think you're in his arms but you're in his hands | |
But still he seems so cute and true and groovy | |
But get that boy up on the stand | |
And watch him raise his red right hand | |
[Verse 3] | |
Move your hips, babe, move your thighs | |
Use your lips, babe, conceal his prize | |
He's tracing a tiny finger down your spine | |
He's leaving behind a thin red line | |
Oh, don't get so sad when it all comes down so heavy | |
A low wind moans across the land | |
As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand | |
[Verse 4] | |
I'm talking 'bout blood, babe | |
It's in your veins | |
Your mummy and daddy | |
They've got the same | |
You're under the mirror day after day | |
You see a pretty face crumbling away | |
As you become your mum and daddy | |
Scream once, scream twice, now scream again | |
Cover that face with your red right hand |
zuo qu : Mick Harvey Nick Cave Thomas Wydler | |
Verse 1 | |
Take a little walk to the edge of town | |
Now spread your wings and fly | |
Don' t the lights of the city look so damn pretty | |
When you' re flying so high? | |
It' s hard to know ' bout the downbelow | |
The streets, babe, are swimming deep in blood | |
It seems | |
To make a grown man cry | |
You really wanna know what' s wrong with this land? | |
Just scratch your head with your red right hand | |
Verse 2 | |
You see, everyone' s a liar, babe, and that' s the truth | |
I said everyone' s a liar, baby, and I got the proof | |
You got a new boy, you feel you' re in with a chance | |
You think you' re in his arms but you' re in his hands | |
But still he seems so cute and true and groovy | |
But get that boy up on the stand | |
And watch him raise his red right hand | |
Verse 3 | |
Move your hips, babe, move your thighs | |
Use your lips, babe, conceal his prize | |
He' s tracing a tiny finger down your spine | |
He' s leaving behind a thin red line | |
Oh, don' t get so sad when it all comes down so heavy | |
A low wind moans across the land | |
As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand | |
Verse 4 | |
I' m talking ' bout blood, babe | |
It' s in your veins | |
Your mummy and daddy | |
They' ve got the same | |
You' re under the mirror day after day | |
You see a pretty face crumbling away | |
As you become your mum and daddy | |
Scream once, scream twice, now scream again | |
Cover that face with your red right hand |
zuò qǔ : Mick Harvey Nick Cave Thomas Wydler | |
Verse 1 | |
Take a little walk to the edge of town | |
Now spread your wings and fly | |
Don' t the lights of the city look so damn pretty | |
When you' re flying so high? | |
It' s hard to know ' bout the downbelow | |
The streets, babe, are swimming deep in blood | |
It seems | |
To make a grown man cry | |
You really wanna know what' s wrong with this land? | |
Just scratch your head with your red right hand | |
Verse 2 | |
You see, everyone' s a liar, babe, and that' s the truth | |
I said everyone' s a liar, baby, and I got the proof | |
You got a new boy, you feel you' re in with a chance | |
You think you' re in his arms but you' re in his hands | |
But still he seems so cute and true and groovy | |
But get that boy up on the stand | |
And watch him raise his red right hand | |
Verse 3 | |
Move your hips, babe, move your thighs | |
Use your lips, babe, conceal his prize | |
He' s tracing a tiny finger down your spine | |
He' s leaving behind a thin red line | |
Oh, don' t get so sad when it all comes down so heavy | |
A low wind moans across the land | |
As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand | |
Verse 4 | |
I' m talking ' bout blood, babe | |
It' s in your veins | |
Your mummy and daddy | |
They' ve got the same | |
You' re under the mirror day after day | |
You see a pretty face crumbling away | |
As you become your mum and daddy | |
Scream once, scream twice, now scream again | |
Cover that face with your red right hand |