Expresso Noir

	作词 : Ka-Spel, Knight, Pistoor ...
	Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head -
	tried polite conversation in braille. Broken French. Though my friend
	chews his garlic, he's dead from his head to his sandles. I tear at the
	handle and we came to a shuddering stop and we topple like dominoes,
	swallowed the hot tide of bread crumbs and cheap wine... The cavalry dived
	into action with batons... knives... they gave me a fine, ripped the shirt
	off my back, threw my case on the tracks - saw it smashed to a fragmented
	mess by the midnight express from Atlantis. OO-OO. A manifestation of pure
	liquid light. Never stops at the stations, it flies overnight as we crawl
	in a circle. The sinks overflow. All the windows are enclosed and the
	ape on my shoulder's overdosed. He rattles a can for some change then he
	rolls around, over in pain and wraps his legs around my ankles. I try to
	complain... All I want is a coffee and GET OFF THIS TRAIN! OO-OO.

	zuò cí : KaSpel, Knight, Pistoor ...
	Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head
	tried polite conversation in braille. Broken French. Though my friend
	chews his garlic, he' s dead from his head to his sandles. I tear at the
	handle and we came to a shuddering stop and we topple like dominoes,
	swallowed the hot tide of bread crumbs and cheap wine... The cavalry dived
	into action with batons... knives... they gave me a fine, ripped the shirt
	off my back, threw my case on the tracks saw it smashed to a fragmented
	mess by the midnight express from Atlantis. OOOO. A manifestation of pure
	liquid light. Never stops at the stations, it flies overnight as we crawl
	in a circle. The sinks overflow. All the windows are enclosed and the
	ape on my shoulder' s overdosed. He rattles a can for some change then he
	rolls around, over in pain and wraps his legs around my ankles. I try to
	complain... All I want is a coffee and GET OFF THIS TRAIN! OOOO.