| Song | Little Time Bomb |
| Artist | Billy Bragg |
| Album | Workers Playtime |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bragg | |
| One of them's off her food | |
| And the other one's off his head | |
| And both of them are off down the boozer | |
| To drink a toast | |
| To the one that he hates most | |
| And she says there are no winners, only losers | |
| Well if there are no winners | |
| Then what is this he thinks | |
| As he watches her complete a lap of honour | |
| And he sits in the stands with his head in his hands | |
| And he thinks of all the things | |
| He'd like to bring down upon her | |
| Revenge will bring cold comfort in this darkest hour | |
| As the juke box says 'it's all over now' | |
| And he stands and he screams | |
| What have i done wrong | |
| I've fallen in love with a little time bomb | |
| In public he's such a man | |
| He's punching at the walls with his bare and bloody hands | |
| He's screaming and shouting and acting crazy | |
| But at home he sits alone and he cries like a baby | |
| He holds your letters but he can't read them | |
| As he fights this loneliness that you call freedom | |
| You said this would happen and you were not wrong | |
| I've fallen in love with a little time bomb |
| zuo ci : Bragg | |
| One of them' s off her food | |
| And the other one' s off his head | |
| And both of them are off down the boozer | |
| To drink a toast | |
| To the one that he hates most | |
| And she says there are no winners, only losers | |
| Well if there are no winners | |
| Then what is this he thinks | |
| As he watches her complete a lap of honour | |
| And he sits in the stands with his head in his hands | |
| And he thinks of all the things | |
| He' d like to bring down upon her | |
| Revenge will bring cold comfort in this darkest hour | |
| As the juke box says ' it' s all over now' | |
| And he stands and he screams | |
| What have i done wrong | |
| I' ve fallen in love with a little time bomb | |
| In public he' s such a man | |
| He' s punching at the walls with his bare and bloody hands | |
| He' s screaming and shouting and acting crazy | |
| But at home he sits alone and he cries like a baby | |
| He holds your letters but he can' t read them | |
| As he fights this loneliness that you call freedom | |
| You said this would happen and you were not wrong | |
| I' ve fallen in love with a little time bomb |
| zuò cí : Bragg | |
| One of them' s off her food | |
| And the other one' s off his head | |
| And both of them are off down the boozer | |
| To drink a toast | |
| To the one that he hates most | |
| And she says there are no winners, only losers | |
| Well if there are no winners | |
| Then what is this he thinks | |
| As he watches her complete a lap of honour | |
| And he sits in the stands with his head in his hands | |
| And he thinks of all the things | |
| He' d like to bring down upon her | |
| Revenge will bring cold comfort in this darkest hour | |
| As the juke box says ' it' s all over now' | |
| And he stands and he screams | |
| What have i done wrong | |
| I' ve fallen in love with a little time bomb | |
| In public he' s such a man | |
| He' s punching at the walls with his bare and bloody hands | |
| He' s screaming and shouting and acting crazy | |
| But at home he sits alone and he cries like a baby | |
| He holds your letters but he can' t read them | |
| As he fights this loneliness that you call freedom | |
| You said this would happen and you were not wrong | |
| I' ve fallen in love with a little time bomb |