Song | The Death of Johnny Mooring |
Artist | Enter the Haggis |
Album | Gutter Anthems |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
On a day like any other day | |
Pavement turning red | |
Johnny laid down in the alleyway | |
Died with a song in his head | |
A long, long way from Springhill | |
In an unforgiving game | |
Came by with an eye for the spotlights looking for a | |
Place to make a name | |
So risk all or don't risk anything | |
You can lose all the same | |
Johnny hit town on a windy day | |
One morning in the fall | |
Couldn't smell the grass or the trees for the paper mill | |
Just another job and that was all | |
Every night looks like the next one | |
Every hotel in every town | |
Maybe in a smile he found variety | |
With a little rye to wash it down | |
When he played he was an animal | |
With a bow and roving eye, moving like a man undone, incredible | |
Couldn't win but he could try | |
That night he played like a warrior | |
Like he never had before | |
Maybe they were songs about a better life | |
Than the one he'd settled for | |
And by the time the night took Johnny | |
He'd won his soul but lost a war | |
Followed him out to the alleyway | |
With a blade he was taken down | |
He died so far from home and family | |
In an unfamiliar town | |
That night the sky had an open eye | |
He was left there in the rain | |
It washed his life to the shadows | |
Before he even made a stain | |
Johnny took his last bow running | |
And never picked up a bow again |
zuo qu : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
On a day like any other day | |
Pavement turning red | |
Johnny laid down in the alleyway | |
Died with a song in his head | |
A long, long way from Springhill | |
In an unforgiving game | |
Came by with an eye for the spotlights looking for a | |
Place to make a name | |
So risk all or don' t risk anything | |
You can lose all the same | |
Johnny hit town on a windy day | |
One morning in the fall | |
Couldn' t smell the grass or the trees for the paper mill | |
Just another job and that was all | |
Every night looks like the next one | |
Every hotel in every town | |
Maybe in a smile he found variety | |
With a little rye to wash it down | |
When he played he was an animal | |
With a bow and roving eye, moving like a man undone, incredible | |
Couldn' t win but he could try | |
That night he played like a warrior | |
Like he never had before | |
Maybe they were songs about a better life | |
Than the one he' d settled for | |
And by the time the night took Johnny | |
He' d won his soul but lost a war | |
Followed him out to the alleyway | |
With a blade he was taken down | |
He died so far from home and family | |
In an unfamiliar town | |
That night the sky had an open eye | |
He was left there in the rain | |
It washed his life to the shadows | |
Before he even made a stain | |
Johnny took his last bow running | |
And never picked up a bow again |
zuò qǔ : Buchanan, Enter The Haggis | |
On a day like any other day | |
Pavement turning red | |
Johnny laid down in the alleyway | |
Died with a song in his head | |
A long, long way from Springhill | |
In an unforgiving game | |
Came by with an eye for the spotlights looking for a | |
Place to make a name | |
So risk all or don' t risk anything | |
You can lose all the same | |
Johnny hit town on a windy day | |
One morning in the fall | |
Couldn' t smell the grass or the trees for the paper mill | |
Just another job and that was all | |
Every night looks like the next one | |
Every hotel in every town | |
Maybe in a smile he found variety | |
With a little rye to wash it down | |
When he played he was an animal | |
With a bow and roving eye, moving like a man undone, incredible | |
Couldn' t win but he could try | |
That night he played like a warrior | |
Like he never had before | |
Maybe they were songs about a better life | |
Than the one he' d settled for | |
And by the time the night took Johnny | |
He' d won his soul but lost a war | |
Followed him out to the alleyway | |
With a blade he was taken down | |
He died so far from home and family | |
In an unfamiliar town | |
That night the sky had an open eye | |
He was left there in the rain | |
It washed his life to the shadows | |
Before he even made a stain | |
Johnny took his last bow running | |
And never picked up a bow again |