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
Candy Mountain Run
Rollin' and a-tumblin'
Take me to the mountain
Fly closer to the sun
Wailin' and a-rumblin', I'm movin' not stumblin'
Come, come wi...
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
Look at me with ...
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 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...
Standing in line marking time
Waiting for the welfare dime
'Cause they can't buy a job
The man in the silk suit hurries by
As he catches the poor ladi...
There was a little girl picked up a doll
Oh, so white as snow
Said this is me as I really am
Same little girl picked up a doll
Looked just like her
An...
The rain held back again
Outside of town, the hills are brown
I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden
Lines outside the welfare store
They yelled ...