Postcard from Hell Lyrics
| Song | Postcard from Hell |
| Artist | Josh Woodward |
| Album | Only Whispering |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Woodward | |
| The long-empty spot in this old parking lot | |
| With a six-pack of Mexican beer | |
| And you're finally here, you're finally here | |
| We sprawl on the hood, and drink more than we should | |
| And watch clouds in the distance collide | |
| How they join and divide | |
| In just half a day I'll be flying away | |
| With the 21st Regiment B., over the sea | |
| They'll give me a gun and here you go, son | |
| Let's make sure that the good guys all win | |
| There's no room for greed with a country in need | |
| And I know you don't want me to leave, but you've gotta believe | |
| They take what they need | |
| No, I don't know the reason we go, but then, what do I know? | |
| I'm just a farmboy from East Benton Ridge | |
| Yeah, from East Benton Ridge | |
| There's plenty of guys who are smarter than I | |
| Who have told us that we need to fight | |
| So it's gotta be right | |
| When I get to the spot where the men are just shells | |
| And the whole world is cracked like the Liberty Bell | |
| I'll send you a postcard from hell | |
| The burden was mine, so I signed on the line | |
| And they gave me a number and rank | |
| And I promise my dear, I will write you this year | |
| When my mind's in a dark shade of blank | |
| Yeah, I will send you a postcard from hell | |
| Now you're falling asleep on the hood of my Jeep | |
| And you're burrowed to hide your sad frown | |
| While the sun's going down, on this desolate town | |
| Take a good look at this picture you took | |
| And remember my face while I'm gone | |
| It won't be too long | |
| I'll be back next May if this war goes away | |
| And I hope I can stay for awhile | |
| When I get to the spot where the men are just shells | |
| And when the whole world is cracked like the Liberty Bell | |
| And the faces stare back with a plan of attack | |
| And the voices have stopped and the boys have all fell | |
| I'll send you a postcard from hell |
| zuo qu : Woodward | |
| The longempty spot in this old parking lot | |
| With a sixpack of Mexican beer | |
| And you' re finally here, you' re finally here | |
| We sprawl on the hood, and drink more than we should | |
| And watch clouds in the distance collide | |
| How they join and divide | |
| In just half a day I' ll be flying away | |
| With the 21st Regiment B., over the sea | |
| They' ll give me a gun and here you go, son | |
| Let' s make sure that the good guys all win | |
| There' s no room for greed with a country in need | |
| And I know you don' t want me to leave, but you' ve gotta believe | |
| They take what they need | |
| No, I don' t know the reason we go, but then, what do I know? | |
| I' m just a farmboy from East Benton Ridge | |
| Yeah, from East Benton Ridge | |
| There' s plenty of guys who are smarter than I | |
| Who have told us that we need to fight | |
| So it' s gotta be right | |
| When I get to the spot where the men are just shells | |
| And the whole world is cracked like the Liberty Bell | |
| I' ll send you a postcard from hell | |
| The burden was mine, so I signed on the line | |
| And they gave me a number and rank | |
| And I promise my dear, I will write you this year | |
| When my mind' s in a dark shade of blank | |
| Yeah, I will send you a postcard from hell | |
| Now you' re falling asleep on the hood of my Jeep | |
| And you' re burrowed to hide your sad frown | |
| While the sun' s going down, on this desolate town | |
| Take a good look at this picture you took | |
| And remember my face while I' m gone | |
| It won' t be too long | |
| I' ll be back next May if this war goes away | |
| And I hope I can stay for awhile | |
| When I get to the spot where the men are just shells | |
| And when the whole world is cracked like the Liberty Bell | |
| And the faces stare back with a plan of attack | |
| And the voices have stopped and the boys have all fell | |
| I' ll send you a postcard from hell |
| zuò qǔ : Woodward | |
| The longempty spot in this old parking lot | |
| With a sixpack of Mexican beer | |
| And you' re finally here, you' re finally here | |
| We sprawl on the hood, and drink more than we should | |
| And watch clouds in the distance collide | |
| How they join and divide | |
| In just half a day I' ll be flying away | |
| With the 21st Regiment B., over the sea | |
| They' ll give me a gun and here you go, son | |
| Let' s make sure that the good guys all win | |
| There' s no room for greed with a country in need | |
| And I know you don' t want me to leave, but you' ve gotta believe | |
| They take what they need | |
| No, I don' t know the reason we go, but then, what do I know? | |
| I' m just a farmboy from East Benton Ridge | |
| Yeah, from East Benton Ridge | |
| There' s plenty of guys who are smarter than I | |
| Who have told us that we need to fight | |
| So it' s gotta be right | |
| When I get to the spot where the men are just shells | |
| And the whole world is cracked like the Liberty Bell | |
| I' ll send you a postcard from hell | |
| The burden was mine, so I signed on the line | |
| And they gave me a number and rank | |
| And I promise my dear, I will write you this year | |
| When my mind' s in a dark shade of blank | |
| Yeah, I will send you a postcard from hell | |
| Now you' re falling asleep on the hood of my Jeep | |
| And you' re burrowed to hide your sad frown | |
| While the sun' s going down, on this desolate town | |
| Take a good look at this picture you took | |
| And remember my face while I' m gone | |
| It won' t be too long | |
| I' ll be back next May if this war goes away | |
| And I hope I can stay for awhile | |
| When I get to the spot where the men are just shells | |
| And when the whole world is cracked like the Liberty Bell | |
| And the faces stare back with a plan of attack | |
| And the voices have stopped and the boys have all fell | |
| I' ll send you a postcard from hell |
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