作词 : Brennan, Waits | |
Well I learned the trade | |
From Piggy Knowles and | |
Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys | |
god used me as hammer boys | |
To beat his weary drum today | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
The sun is up the world is flat | |
Damn good address for a rat | |
The smell of blood | |
The drone of flies | |
You know what to do if | |
The baby cries | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Well we stick our fingers in | |
The ground, heave and | |
Turn the world around | |
Smoke is blacking out the sun | |
At night I pray and clean my gun | |
The cracked bell rings as | |
The ghost bird sings and the gods | |
Go begging here | |
So just open fire | |
As you hit the shore | |
All is fair in love | |
And war | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag |
zuo ci : Brennan, Waits | |
Well I learned the trade | |
From Piggy Knowles and | |
Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys | |
god used me as hammer boys | |
To beat his weary drum today | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
The sun is up the world is flat | |
Damn good address for a rat | |
The smell of blood | |
The drone of flies | |
You know what to do if | |
The baby cries | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Well we stick our fingers in | |
The ground, heave and | |
Turn the world around | |
Smoke is blacking out the sun | |
At night I pray and clean my gun | |
The cracked bell rings as | |
The ghost bird sings and the gods | |
Go begging here | |
So just open fire | |
As you hit the shore | |
All is fair in love | |
And war | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag |
zuò cí : Brennan, Waits | |
Well I learned the trade | |
From Piggy Knowles and | |
Sing Sing Tommy Shay Boys | |
god used me as hammer boys | |
To beat his weary drum today | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
The sun is up the world is flat | |
Damn good address for a rat | |
The smell of blood | |
The drone of flies | |
You know what to do if | |
The baby cries | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Well we stick our fingers in | |
The ground, heave and | |
Turn the world around | |
Smoke is blacking out the sun | |
At night I pray and clean my gun | |
The cracked bell rings as | |
The ghost bird sings and the gods | |
Go begging here | |
So just open fire | |
As you hit the shore | |
All is fair in love | |
And war | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag | |
Hoist that rag |