Song | The French Inhaler |
Artist | Warren Zevon |
Album | Genius The Best Of Warren Zevon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Zevon | |
How're you going to make your way in the world | |
When you weren't cut out for working? | |
When your fingers are slender and frail | |
How're you going to get around in this sleazy bedroom town | |
If you don't put yourself up for sale? | |
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles? | |
Who's gonna know who you are? | |
Drugs and wine and flattering light | |
You must try it again till you get it right | |
Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night | |
All these people with no home to go home to | |
They'd all like to spend the night with you maybe | |
I would, too | |
But tell me how're you going to make your way in the world, woman | |
When you weren't cut out for working? | |
And you just can't concentrate and you always show up late | |
You said you were an actress | |
Yes, I believe you are | |
I thought you'd be a star | |
So I drank up all the money, yes | |
I drank up all the money | |
With these phonies in this | |
Hollywood bar | |
These friends of mine in this | |
Hollywood bar | |
Loneliness and frustration | |
We both came down with an acute case | |
When the lights came up at two | |
I caught a glimpse of you | |
And your face looked like something | |
Death brought with him in his suitcase | |
Your pretty face it looked so wasted | |
Another pretty face devastated | |
The French inhaler he stamped and mailed her | |
So long, Norman she said, so long, | |
Norman |
zuo ci : Zevon | |
How' re you going to make your way in the world | |
When you weren' t cut out for working? | |
When your fingers are slender and frail | |
How' re you going to get around in this sleazy bedroom town | |
If you don' t put yourself up for sale? | |
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles? | |
Who' s gonna know who you are? | |
Drugs and wine and flattering light | |
You must try it again till you get it right | |
Maybe you' ll end up with someone different every night | |
All these people with no home to go home to | |
They' d all like to spend the night with you maybe | |
I would, too | |
But tell me how' re you going to make your way in the world, woman | |
When you weren' t cut out for working? | |
And you just can' t concentrate and you always show up late | |
You said you were an actress | |
Yes, I believe you are | |
I thought you' d be a star | |
So I drank up all the money, yes | |
I drank up all the money | |
With these phonies in this | |
Hollywood bar | |
These friends of mine in this | |
Hollywood bar | |
Loneliness and frustration | |
We both came down with an acute case | |
When the lights came up at two | |
I caught a glimpse of you | |
And your face looked like something | |
Death brought with him in his suitcase | |
Your pretty face it looked so wasted | |
Another pretty face devastated | |
The French inhaler he stamped and mailed her | |
So long, Norman she said, so long, | |
Norman |
zuò cí : Zevon | |
How' re you going to make your way in the world | |
When you weren' t cut out for working? | |
When your fingers are slender and frail | |
How' re you going to get around in this sleazy bedroom town | |
If you don' t put yourself up for sale? | |
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles? | |
Who' s gonna know who you are? | |
Drugs and wine and flattering light | |
You must try it again till you get it right | |
Maybe you' ll end up with someone different every night | |
All these people with no home to go home to | |
They' d all like to spend the night with you maybe | |
I would, too | |
But tell me how' re you going to make your way in the world, woman | |
When you weren' t cut out for working? | |
And you just can' t concentrate and you always show up late | |
You said you were an actress | |
Yes, I believe you are | |
I thought you' d be a star | |
So I drank up all the money, yes | |
I drank up all the money | |
With these phonies in this | |
Hollywood bar | |
These friends of mine in this | |
Hollywood bar | |
Loneliness and frustration | |
We both came down with an acute case | |
When the lights came up at two | |
I caught a glimpse of you | |
And your face looked like something | |
Death brought with him in his suitcase | |
Your pretty face it looked so wasted | |
Another pretty face devastated | |
The French inhaler he stamped and mailed her | |
So long, Norman she said, so long, | |
Norman |