LRC歌词
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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:10.830]Had a little bit to drink
[00:15.630]There's a little thing I want at a do out East
[00:19.620]Nothing too emotional, my good miss
[00:21.990]I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
[00:25.350]Stop talking 'bout the years -you sound like Louis Burdett
[00:29.790]And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head
[00:34.890]Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
[00:39.630]Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks roll by
[00:48.780]I'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and spinning
[00:53.700]It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
[00:58.560]Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
[01:02.310]What?Someone might see you alone?
[01:04.530]Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Louis Burdett
[01:08.790]All my friends are f**k-ups but they're fun to have around
[01:12.900]Banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars
[01:17.730]How gemini's love wooden dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll by
[01:29.010]The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears
[01:33.330]They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine
[01:36.480]It tastes like wine in Tempe
[01:38.370]I feel so good I just might wake him up
[01:42.780]Pat him on the bald head -tell me about a dream Louis, something
[01:47.610]Obscene louis, your life's an open magazine louis
[02:02.640]I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
[02:05.610]Sex is everywhere but nowhere 'round me
[02:12.450]By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
[02:17.310]Never rains in tempe but the planes remind me of family money and the lack down here
[02:22.200]Stop talking frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett
[02:55.680]Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
[03:08.040]Terror, like charity, begins at home
[03:12.960]Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him
[03:26.520]He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been
文本歌词
Had a little bit to drink
There's a little thing I want at a do out East
Nothing too emotional, my good miss
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking 'bout the years -you sound like Louis Burdett
And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles, and down the street the weeks roll by
I'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and spinning
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What?Someone might see you alone?
Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Louis Burdett
All my friends are f**k-ups but they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars
How gemini's love wooden dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll by
The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears
They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine
It tastes like wine in Tempe
I feel so good I just might wake him up
Pat him on the bald head -tell me about a dream Louis, something
Obscene louis, your life's an open magazine louis
I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but nowhere 'round me
By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
Never rains in tempe but the planes remind me of family money and the lack down here
Stop talking frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
Terror, like charity, begins at home
Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him
He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been
