Under the stairs, behind the neon lamp, the chaps are thinking.
She does not care to sit and stare, her blood eyes blinking.
She works forever, each and every day,
And she's reminded of every small mistake,
And she's descended from a long-forgotten race.
And so she walks all of her precious trails the wrong direction.
She does not talk, but rather reccommends with good intentions.
She walks forever, at an even pace,
And she remembers every last detail
And she's been counted every single way.
And we could wait for him to make just one slight wrong move.
It is a shame when he falls away (?) with just one slight wrong move.
And we work forever each and every day and we surrender anyway
In so many different ways.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Under the stairs, behind the neon lamp, the chaps are thinking.
She does not care to sit and stare, her blood eyes blinking.
She works forever, each and every day,
And she's reminded of every small mistake,
And she's descended from a long-forgotten race.
And so she walks all of her precious trails the wrong direction.
She does not talk, but rather reccommends with good intentions.
She walks forever, at an even pace,
And she remembers every last detail
And she's been counted every single way.
And we could wait for him to make just one slight wrong move.
It is a shame when he falls away (?) with just one slight wrong move.
And we work forever each and every day and we surrender anyway
In so many different ways.
📝 纯歌词版本
Under the stairs, behind the neon lamp, the chaps are thinking.
She does not care to sit and stare, her blood eyes blinking.
She works forever, each and every day,
And she's reminded of every small mistake,
And she's descended from a long-forgotten race.
And so she walks all of her precious trails the wrong direction.
She does not talk, but rather reccommends with good intentions.
She walks forever, at an even pace,
And she remembers every last detail
And she's been counted every single way.
And we could wait for him to make just one slight wrong move.
It is a shame when he falls away (?) with just one slight wrong move.
And we work forever each and every day and we surrender anyway
In so many different ways.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Under the stairs, behind the neon lamp, the chaps are thinking.
She does not care to sit and stare, her blood eyes blinking.
She works forever, each and every day,
And she's reminded of every small mistake,
And she's descended from a long-forgotten race.
And so she walks all of her precious trails the wrong direction.
She does not talk, but rather reccommends with good intentions.
She walks forever, at an even pace,
And she remembers every last detail
And she's been counted every single way.
And we could wait for him to make just one slight wrong move.
It is a shame when he falls away (?) with just one slight wrong move.
And we work forever each and every day and we surrender anyway
In so many different ways.
Here out past the tracks where the drunks collapse
Old suckers can score on the indigent whores.
Way after the last laugh has swollen itself shut
When...
Too harnessed in slums, to rock you wrap your throat.
Standing over your common ground.
Snuff the leader with the bad assed plan.
Take what you want f...
Swallowed bubble
I lost my chewing gum
It's my mistake
And I'm not gonna talk about it
This is the last word I'm gonna find
This is the first line, f...
You've got it all wrong
You can't get it right
Why don't you come down
From off my back
And won't you get yourself a job somewhere away from me?
Cause...
They caught and drowned the front man
Of the world's worst rock & roll band.
He was out of luck, because nobody gave a ****
The jury gathered all arou...
Turning cold, with control, killing everyone who knows
Standing by, in the aisles, watching recent complications. (repeat)
You can hear their shouts...
Let's raise the glass.
Let's peel the eyelids back
And toast them.
And we can watch their plans fall through.
I've found a reason to quit.
And I can c...
On a short part,
Of the long march home
With the trail that swells (?)
There's no breath,
There's no ventilation.
Cause there's too much traffic,
Tele...
Crawl off the faces
With my nonsense
And clog your ears with ashes
And boiled the sound to dry
It's not your fault you're not my hero
It's not your fa...