Song | Wooden Nickels |
Artist | Eels |
Album | Yes Man Soundtrack |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Everett | |
Went down by the old courthouse | |
Stumbling through the streets | |
Had to get out of the house | |
Had to use my feet | |
And you may not think much of me now | |
But I think so damn much of you | |
Don't take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
When the party is over | |
You're on your own | |
Trash truck coming up the road | |
Picking up the trash | |
Riding to a better place | |
Hoping we don't crash | |
Thinking of things after now | |
I never would have guessed it this way | |
Don't take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
When the party is over | |
You're on your own | |
And you may not think much of me now | |
But I think so damn much of you | |
Don't take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
Now the party is over | |
I'm on my own |
zuo ci : Everett | |
Went down by the old courthouse | |
Stumbling through the streets | |
Had to get out of the house | |
Had to use my feet | |
And you may not think much of me now | |
But I think so damn much of you | |
Don' t take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
When the party is over | |
You' re on your own | |
Trash truck coming up the road | |
Picking up the trash | |
Riding to a better place | |
Hoping we don' t crash | |
Thinking of things after now | |
I never would have guessed it this way | |
Don' t take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
When the party is over | |
You' re on your own | |
And you may not think much of me now | |
But I think so damn much of you | |
Don' t take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
Now the party is over | |
I' m on my own |
zuò cí : Everett | |
Went down by the old courthouse | |
Stumbling through the streets | |
Had to get out of the house | |
Had to use my feet | |
And you may not think much of me now | |
But I think so damn much of you | |
Don' t take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
When the party is over | |
You' re on your own | |
Trash truck coming up the road | |
Picking up the trash | |
Riding to a better place | |
Hoping we don' t crash | |
Thinking of things after now | |
I never would have guessed it this way | |
Don' t take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
When the party is over | |
You' re on your own | |
And you may not think much of me now | |
But I think so damn much of you | |
Don' t take any wooden nickels | |
When you sell your soul | |
A devil of a time awaits you | |
Now the party is over | |
I' m on my own |