David Knopfler - The Bones
LRC歌词
[05:09.00]They are throwing away the bones
[05:09.00]There are soldiers on the street
[05:09.00]The Emperor's on the phone
[05:09.00]Some people mustn't meet
[05:09.00]They're throwing away the bones
[05:09.00]There was this poet now she's dead
[05:09.00]They're burying the bones
[05:09.00]All who saw the Emperor naked
[05:09.00]But Eddy he's alright
[05:09.00]He put the cash in Switzerland
[05:09.00]He's flying there tonight
[05:09.00]Praise God Democracy and Parliament
[05:09.00]They are digging up the bones
[05:09.00]The Emperors limo's on the street
[05:09.00]Yeah they're digging up the bones
[05:09.00]Important people are discreet
[05:09.00]They are digging up the bones
[05:09.00]I swear this child will lose his head
[05:09.00]The Emperor puts away the phone
[05:09.00]\"Alles klar kein problem now\" he said
[05:09.00]And Eddy's alright
[05:09.00]Gold bullion and cash to spare
[05:09.00]He'll spend some there tonight
[05:09.00]On this girl who let's him do weird s**t to her
[05:09.00]They are throwing away the bones
[05:09.00]There are hit men on my street
[05:09.00]And Eddy's on the phone
[05:09.00]Some people mustn't meet
[05:09.00]Come what may
[05:09.00]They'll be back some day
[05:09.00]From Blue Bayou
文本歌词
They are throwing away the bones
There are soldiers on the street
The Emperor's on the phone
Some people mustn't meet
They're throwing away the bones
There was this poet now she's dead
They're burying the bones
All who saw the Emperor naked
But Eddy he's alright
He put the cash in Switzerland
He's flying there tonight
Praise God Democracy and Parliament
They are digging up the bones
The Emperors limo's on the street
Yeah they're digging up the bones
Important people are discreet
They are digging up the bones
I swear this child will lose his head
The Emperor puts away the phone
\"Alles klar kein problem now\" he said
And Eddy's alright
Gold bullion and cash to spare
He'll spend some there tonight
On this girl who let's him do weird s**t to her
They are throwing away the bones
There are hit men on my street
And Eddy's on the phone
Some people mustn't meet
Come what may
They'll be back some day
From Blue Bayou