Song | Paris Is On |
Artist | Paul Brill |
Album | Harpooner |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brill, Pablito | |
It's been almost seven hours without a sign | |
And the dust from ruined cornfields caught in my eyes | |
And my mind is empty and my heart is pure | |
I have learned to forget | |
I have suffered these fools | |
Paris is open | |
Paris is I see you, you're alone | |
I see burning flames from oil wells and factories | |
And the desert night is a rusted and stained painting | |
See the dead insects on my windshield | |
Think, "Maybe now our souls will be free." | |
Paris is up | |
Paris is open | |
Paris is I need you like the sun | |
Paris is on, Paris is on | |
Paris is on | |
Paris is anxious | |
Paris is I see you, you're an easy mark | |
I'm so tired of these freaks and their violent streaks | |
As they pound on their chests with their fists and their feet | |
I lay quiet and watch their murderous heat | |
Felt the hate in my heart, wish them dead in the street | |
Now I'm distant, dark in this anthrobeat | |
I have suffered the winds of these idiots | |
Paris is on, Paris is on | |
Paris is on | |
Paris is ancient | |
Paris is I need you 'cause you're all I've got |
zuo qu : Brill, Pablito | |
It' s been almost seven hours without a sign | |
And the dust from ruined cornfields caught in my eyes | |
And my mind is empty and my heart is pure | |
I have learned to forget | |
I have suffered these fools | |
Paris is open | |
Paris is I see you, you' re alone | |
I see burning flames from oil wells and factories | |
And the desert night is a rusted and stained painting | |
See the dead insects on my windshield | |
Think, " Maybe now our souls will be free." | |
Paris is up | |
Paris is open | |
Paris is I need you like the sun | |
Paris is on, Paris is on | |
Paris is on | |
Paris is anxious | |
Paris is I see you, you' re an easy mark | |
I' m so tired of these freaks and their violent streaks | |
As they pound on their chests with their fists and their feet | |
I lay quiet and watch their murderous heat | |
Felt the hate in my heart, wish them dead in the street | |
Now I' m distant, dark in this anthrobeat | |
I have suffered the winds of these idiots | |
Paris is on, Paris is on | |
Paris is on | |
Paris is ancient | |
Paris is I need you ' cause you' re all I' ve got |
zuò qǔ : Brill, Pablito | |
It' s been almost seven hours without a sign | |
And the dust from ruined cornfields caught in my eyes | |
And my mind is empty and my heart is pure | |
I have learned to forget | |
I have suffered these fools | |
Paris is open | |
Paris is I see you, you' re alone | |
I see burning flames from oil wells and factories | |
And the desert night is a rusted and stained painting | |
See the dead insects on my windshield | |
Think, " Maybe now our souls will be free." | |
Paris is up | |
Paris is open | |
Paris is I need you like the sun | |
Paris is on, Paris is on | |
Paris is on | |
Paris is anxious | |
Paris is I see you, you' re an easy mark | |
I' m so tired of these freaks and their violent streaks | |
As they pound on their chests with their fists and their feet | |
I lay quiet and watch their murderous heat | |
Felt the hate in my heart, wish them dead in the street | |
Now I' m distant, dark in this anthrobeat | |
I have suffered the winds of these idiots | |
Paris is on, Paris is on | |
Paris is on | |
Paris is ancient | |
Paris is I need you ' cause you' re all I' ve got |