Song | Cupid's Got A Brand New Gun |
Artist | Michael Penn |
Album | March |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Penn | |
It's hiding in the corner | |
Of every sacred place | |
Before the ambush you won't want to | |
Recognize its face | |
It slithers like a viper | |
Readies its attack | |
Tears your flesh and soul apart | |
Then clings on to your back | |
But not till it turns away | |
Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
And you may notice that | |
This quick opiate | |
Might wear the wings of angels | |
That's when you realize | |
You've been shot down | |
Wounded unto death by something called love | |
It followed you to hell, Ange | |
A double agent who | |
Will listen to your every lie | |
But never tell on you | |
Just whisper to you true | |
It promises you silk things | |
But burns the clothes you wear | |
Gives you leave in heaven | |
And you scream that it's unfair | |
To force you to compare | |
But not till it turns away | |
Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
And you may notice that | |
This quick opiate | |
Might wear the wings of angels | |
That's when you realize | |
You've been shot down | |
Wounded unto death by something called love | |
You've been shot down | |
Wounded | |
Wounded unto death by something called love |
zuo ci : Penn | |
It' s hiding in the corner | |
Of every sacred place | |
Before the ambush you won' t want to | |
Recognize its face | |
It slithers like a viper | |
Readies its attack | |
Tears your flesh and soul apart | |
Then clings on to your back | |
But not till it turns away | |
Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
And you may notice that | |
This quick opiate | |
Might wear the wings of angels | |
That' s when you realize | |
You' ve been shot down | |
Wounded unto death by something called love | |
It followed you to hell, Ange | |
A double agent who | |
Will listen to your every lie | |
But never tell on you | |
Just whisper to you true | |
It promises you silk things | |
But burns the clothes you wear | |
Gives you leave in heaven | |
And you scream that it' s unfair | |
To force you to compare | |
But not till it turns away | |
Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
And you may notice that | |
This quick opiate | |
Might wear the wings of angels | |
That' s when you realize | |
You' ve been shot down | |
Wounded unto death by something called love | |
You' ve been shot down | |
Wounded | |
Wounded unto death by something called love |
zuò cí : Penn | |
It' s hiding in the corner | |
Of every sacred place | |
Before the ambush you won' t want to | |
Recognize its face | |
It slithers like a viper | |
Readies its attack | |
Tears your flesh and soul apart | |
Then clings on to your back | |
But not till it turns away | |
Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
And you may notice that | |
This quick opiate | |
Might wear the wings of angels | |
That' s when you realize | |
You' ve been shot down | |
Wounded unto death by something called love | |
It followed you to hell, Ange | |
A double agent who | |
Will listen to your every lie | |
But never tell on you | |
Just whisper to you true | |
It promises you silk things | |
But burns the clothes you wear | |
Gives you leave in heaven | |
And you scream that it' s unfair | |
To force you to compare | |
But not till it turns away | |
Can you feel the pain of all the damage done | |
And you may notice that | |
This quick opiate | |
Might wear the wings of angels | |
That' s when you realize | |
You' ve been shot down | |
Wounded unto death by something called love | |
You' ve been shot down | |
Wounded | |
Wounded unto death by something called love |