I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
Balloons and paper in my hair
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",
I know he's thinking
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes
I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
🎵 LRC歌词版本
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
Balloons and paper in my hair
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",
I know he's thinking
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes
I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
📝 纯歌词版本
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
Balloons and paper in my hair
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",
I know he's thinking
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes
I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
🎵 LRC歌词版本
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
Balloons and paper in my hair
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",
I know he's thinking
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes
I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright,
I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I swear I see the shadows and movement
I've seen the signs and heard the rumors
Adrenaline is a-flowing
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Close your eyes and slip away
To the dream of your fancy
Close your eyes and float downstream
To where the marsh grass dances
Take you d...
I'm driving down the highway, headed to the range
Gonna knock 'em out strong but I'm feeling no pain
Got an old brown bag, big stick in the back
Where...
Gonna be some changes made
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be some
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I said...
Circus On the Moon
Hey out there, are you hearing my call
It's a cry for help but all you see
are these craters and these walls
I've erected in my roo...
I'm on a long sojourn
I'm sitting here shedding my skin
Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside
They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in
...
Ten heavy feet
Walks the bloodsoiled ground
With rhythm these
Five warriors march
No matter how much
The bleeding wounds
From enemy swordcuts
Hurts t...