| Song | Funky Squaredance |
| Artist | Phoenix |
| Album | Live! Thirty Days Ago |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Phoenix | |
| Hopeful days and stormy nights | |
| I ain't got much to win, not much to lose | |
| Under the burden of my loneliness | |
| It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose | |
| I won't enjoy my collection of stamps | |
| When I'm six feet under the ground | |
| Lonely streets and dusty roads | |
| Lord, it's a long way to go back home | |
| Under the burden of your heart of stone | |
| You shrug your shoulders as | |
| I decompose | |
| Please keep a eye on those red haired boys | |
| Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones | |
| Now you're chewing gum on my coffin | |
| Take me where | |
| I long to be | |
| I can't believe that you want me to wear | |
| The evening tails that will fit my corpse | |
| I don't need a tuxedo | |
| There's no bouncer in the after world | |
| I only just left my dying bed | |
| And you're making curtains out of my shroud | |
| Don't you dig my grave with some excavator | |
| Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please | |
| A last ride in the city's hearse | |
| Few miles away from | |
| Heaven above | |
| A few more minutes 'til they bury me | |
| A few more weeks 'til worms lick my bones | |
| I won't enjoy my collection of stamps | |
| When I'm five feet under the ground | |
| Stormy days and lonely nights | |
| Lord, it's a long way to go back home |
| zuo qu : Phoenix | |
| Hopeful days and stormy nights | |
| I ain' t got much to win, not much to lose | |
| Under the burden of my loneliness | |
| It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose | |
| I won' t enjoy my collection of stamps | |
| When I' m six feet under the ground | |
| Lonely streets and dusty roads | |
| Lord, it' s a long way to go back home | |
| Under the burden of your heart of stone | |
| You shrug your shoulders as | |
| I decompose | |
| Please keep a eye on those red haired boys | |
| Someday they' ll play drum with my shinbones | |
| Now you' re chewing gum on my coffin | |
| Take me where | |
| I long to be | |
| I can' t believe that you want me to wear | |
| The evening tails that will fit my corpse | |
| I don' t need a tuxedo | |
| There' s no bouncer in the after world | |
| I only just left my dying bed | |
| And you' re making curtains out of my shroud | |
| Don' t you dig my grave with some excavator | |
| Use a blood stained sword and a snowwhite horse, please | |
| A last ride in the city' s hearse | |
| Few miles away from | |
| Heaven above | |
| A few more minutes ' til they bury me | |
| A few more weeks ' til worms lick my bones | |
| I won' t enjoy my collection of stamps | |
| When I' m five feet under the ground | |
| Stormy days and lonely nights | |
| Lord, it' s a long way to go back home |
| zuò qǔ : Phoenix | |
| Hopeful days and stormy nights | |
| I ain' t got much to win, not much to lose | |
| Under the burden of my loneliness | |
| It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose | |
| I won' t enjoy my collection of stamps | |
| When I' m six feet under the ground | |
| Lonely streets and dusty roads | |
| Lord, it' s a long way to go back home | |
| Under the burden of your heart of stone | |
| You shrug your shoulders as | |
| I decompose | |
| Please keep a eye on those red haired boys | |
| Someday they' ll play drum with my shinbones | |
| Now you' re chewing gum on my coffin | |
| Take me where | |
| I long to be | |
| I can' t believe that you want me to wear | |
| The evening tails that will fit my corpse | |
| I don' t need a tuxedo | |
| There' s no bouncer in the after world | |
| I only just left my dying bed | |
| And you' re making curtains out of my shroud | |
| Don' t you dig my grave with some excavator | |
| Use a blood stained sword and a snowwhite horse, please | |
| A last ride in the city' s hearse | |
| Few miles away from | |
| Heaven above | |
| A few more minutes ' til they bury me | |
| A few more weeks ' til worms lick my bones | |
| I won' t enjoy my collection of stamps | |
| When I' m five feet under the ground | |
| Stormy days and lonely nights | |
| Lord, it' s a long way to go back home |