Song | The Moon Upstairs |
Artist | Mott the Hoople |
Album | Brain Capers [Bonus Tracks] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hunter, Ralphs | |
(ian hunter/mick ralphs) | |
Well my brother he was a drinking man | |
And i asked him for release | |
He said this won't do you no good | |
And sent for the police | |
Well they busted me for nothing | |
Cos they said i was insane | |
So they let my body go | |
But they locked away my brain | |
Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings | |
And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing | |
And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine | |
And i feel neglected feel rejected | |
Living in the wrong time | |
And to those of you who always laugh | |
Let this be your epitaph | |
And my head is down and i'm called a clown by comedians that grace | |
The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space | |
But i swear to you before we're though you're gonna feel our every blow | |
We ain't bleeding you we're feeding you but you're too f*cking slow | |
And to those of you who always laugh | |
Let this be your epitaph |
zuo ci : Hunter, Ralphs | |
ian hunter mick ralphs | |
Well my brother he was a drinking man | |
And i asked him for release | |
He said this won' t do you no good | |
And sent for the police | |
Well they busted me for nothing | |
Cos they said i was insane | |
So they let my body go | |
But they locked away my brain | |
Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings | |
And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing | |
And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine | |
And i feel neglected feel rejected | |
Living in the wrong time | |
And to those of you who always laugh | |
Let this be your epitaph | |
And my head is down and i' m called a clown by comedians that grace | |
The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space | |
But i swear to you before we' re though you' re gonna feel our every blow | |
We ain' t bleeding you we' re feeding you but you' re too f cking slow | |
And to those of you who always laugh | |
Let this be your epitaph |
zuò cí : Hunter, Ralphs | |
ian hunter mick ralphs | |
Well my brother he was a drinking man | |
And i asked him for release | |
He said this won' t do you no good | |
And sent for the police | |
Well they busted me for nothing | |
Cos they said i was insane | |
So they let my body go | |
But they locked away my brain | |
Well i wandered freely as a bird that had broken both its wings | |
And i hated them and they hated me and i hated everthing | |
And i realise that to survive well my body is not mine | |
And i feel neglected feel rejected | |
Living in the wrong time | |
And to those of you who always laugh | |
Let this be your epitaph | |
And my head is down and i' m called a clown by comedians that grace | |
The living stage of every page of worthless meaningless space | |
But i swear to you before we' re though you' re gonna feel our every blow | |
We ain' t bleeding you we' re feeding you but you' re too f cking slow | |
And to those of you who always laugh | |
Let this be your epitaph |