Hard times
Try to make a living
You wake up every morning
In the Unforgiving
Out there
Somewhere in the city
Without mercy or pity
I feel good
Yeah I'm feeling fine
I feel better than
I have For the longest time
I think these pills
Have been good for me
I think they banished
All my blues into infinity
That's how
I roll That's how
I roll Sometimes
I wake up at night
I don't know what it is
But I must have got a fright
I thought
I heard a scratching
Underneath the floor
Does the devil come to get you
At a quarter to four
That's how he rolls
That's how he rolls
Too late!
She cried out loud,
Her voice emerging
From her inner shroud.
Too much!
I thought
I heard her choke,
It's all she says
After last years stroke.
She has a hard time,
Living in this city.
Get up every morning,
In the Unforgiving.
Out there,
Somewhere in the city,
Without mercy or pity.
It's how they roll
Sweet Lord, it's how they roll.
Sweet Lord, sweet
Lord... Sweet
Lord...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Hard times
Try to make a living
You wake up every morning
In the Unforgiving
Out there
Somewhere in the city
Without mercy or pity
I feel good
Yeah I'm feeling fine
I feel better than
I have For the longest time
I think these pills
Have been good for me
I think they banished
All my blues into infinity
That's how
I roll That's how
I roll Sometimes
I wake up at night
I don't know what it is
But I must have got a fright
I thought
I heard a scratching
Underneath the floor
Does the devil come to get you
At a quarter to four
That's how he rolls
That's how he rolls
Too late!
She cried out loud,
Her voice emerging
From her inner shroud.
Too much!
I thought
I heard her choke,
It's all she says
After last years stroke.
She has a hard time,
Living in this city.
Get up every morning,
In the Unforgiving.
Out there,
Somewhere in the city,
Without mercy or pity.
It's how they roll
Sweet Lord, it's how they roll.
Sweet Lord, sweet
Lord... Sweet
Lord...
📝 纯歌词版本
Hard times
Try to make a living
You wake up every morning
In the Unforgiving
Out there
Somewhere in the city
Without mercy or pity
I feel good
Yeah I'm feeling fine
I feel better than
I have For the longest time
I think these pills
Have been good for me
I think they banished
All my blues into infinity
That's how
I roll That's how
I roll Sometimes
I wake up at night
I don't know what it is
But I must have got a fright
I thought
I heard a scratching
Underneath the floor
Does the devil come to get you
At a quarter to four
That's how he rolls
That's how he rolls
Too late!
She cried out loud,
Her voice emerging
From her inner shroud.
Too much!
I thought
I heard her choke,
It's all she says
After last years stroke.
She has a hard time,
Living in this city.
Get up every morning,
In the Unforgiving.
Out there,
Somewhere in the city,
Without mercy or pity.
It's how they roll
Sweet Lord, it's how they roll.
Sweet Lord, sweet
Lord... Sweet
Lord...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Hard times
Try to make a living
You wake up every morning
In the Unforgiving
Out there
Somewhere in the city
Without mercy or pity
I feel good
Yeah I'm feeling fine
I feel better than
I have For the longest time
I think these pills
Have been good for me
I think they banished
All my blues into infinity
That's how
I roll That's how
I roll Sometimes
I wake up at night
I don't know what it is
But I must have got a fright
I thought
I heard a scratching
Underneath the floor
Does the devil come to get you
At a quarter to four
That's how he rolls
That's how he rolls
Too late!
She cried out loud,
Her voice emerging
From her inner shroud.
Too much!
I thought
I heard her choke,
It's all she says
After last years stroke.
She has a hard time,
Living in this city.
Get up every morning,
In the Unforgiving.
Out there,
Somewhere in the city,
Without mercy or pity.
It's how they roll
Sweet Lord, it's how they roll.
Sweet Lord, sweet
Lord... Sweet
Lord...
Na, Na, Na....
Every morning
Bout the break of day
Every evening
She comes up and she says
Na, Na, Na....
She gets up
Then she goes outside
She don't ...
Mary says she smells the winter coming in
She sniffs the cooling air like some old dog
She says the problem with these endlness summers
Is endlness su...
Na, Na, Na....
Every morning
Bout the break of day
Every evening
She comes up and she says
Na, Na, Na....
She gets up
Then she goes outside
She don't ...
The silicon chip inside her head
Got switched to overload
Nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't ...
She's a lover
And she fits inside my head
She's a lover
But there's nothing happening in my bed
She's a lover and she won't be back
She's a lover and ...
I know it's a cheap,but I couldn't resist. I'm sorry for doing this,but I just had to play on this stage I'm very proud (***)
The silicon chip insid...
Terry still meets
Julie every
Friday night
Down at Waterloo underground
Nothing much has changed
Except now they're both afraid
But they're not sure w...