| Song | Where 0 Meets 15 |
| Artist | Five Iron Frenzy |
| Album | Proof That the Youth Are Revolting [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Culp, Dunham, Hoerig, Kerr ... | |
| My car broke down in Arizona, have to | |
| ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on | |
| Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a | |
| broken pen. I put my backpack on the | |
| bench, tell two people I don't smoke, | |
| see the cop across the street, he thinks | |
| that I am selling dope, I could have | |
| walked another block, to get away from | |
| the scene. Why does it always come to | |
| this, where zero meets fifteen? | |
| And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the | |
| man who peed his pants. He passes out | |
| and falls on me, I watch my change fall | |
| from his hand. I see the lady next to | |
| me, holds her baby black blue. | |
| The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking, | |
| where I got my new tattoo. What does | |
| it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I | |
| own? How can I ever save the world, | |
| on cup-o-soup and student loans? | |
| I want to try and save the world, but it | |
| never goes that way. | |
| God I don't know what to do, down at | |
| Colfax and Broadway. | |
| Now the man with no shoes on, says I | |
| don't know how to play. He says I | |
| fumble all the time. He thinks that I am | |
| John Elway. I put my face down in my | |
| hands, water wells inside my eyes. | |
| What do I have to give them? Does it | |
| matter if I try? I can't stand to see you | |
| suffer, I try to intellectualize, a formula | |
| to end you pain, it doesn't work, God | |
| knows I've tried. | |
| Sometimes my cup is overfilled. | |
| Sometimes I'm too afraid that I'm going to spill. |
| zuo ci : Culp, Dunham, Hoerig, Kerr ... | |
| My car broke down in Arizona, have to | |
| ride the bus again, at tenoclock on | |
| Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a | |
| broken pen. I put my backpack on the | |
| bench, tell two people I don' t smoke, | |
| see the cop across the street, he thinks | |
| that I am selling dope, I could have | |
| walked another block, to get away from | |
| the scene. Why does it always come to | |
| this, where zero meets fifteen? | |
| And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the | |
| man who peed his pants. He passes out | |
| and falls on me, I watch my change fall | |
| from his hand. I see the lady next to | |
| me, holds her baby black blue. | |
| The junkie gutterpunks keeps asking, | |
| where I got my new tattoo. What does | |
| it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I | |
| own? How can I ever save the world, | |
| on cuposoup and student loans? | |
| I want to try and save the world, but it | |
| never goes that way. | |
| God I don' t know what to do, down at | |
| Colfax and Broadway. | |
| Now the man with no shoes on, says I | |
| don' t know how to play. He says I | |
| fumble all the time. He thinks that I am | |
| John Elway. I put my face down in my | |
| hands, water wells inside my eyes. | |
| What do I have to give them? Does it | |
| matter if I try? I can' t stand to see you | |
| suffer, I try to intellectualize, a formula | |
| to end you pain, it doesn' t work, God | |
| knows I' ve tried. | |
| Sometimes my cup is overfilled. | |
| Sometimes I' m too afraid that I' m going to spill. |
| zuò cí : Culp, Dunham, Hoerig, Kerr ... | |
| My car broke down in Arizona, have to | |
| ride the bus again, at tenoclock on | |
| Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a | |
| broken pen. I put my backpack on the | |
| bench, tell two people I don' t smoke, | |
| see the cop across the street, he thinks | |
| that I am selling dope, I could have | |
| walked another block, to get away from | |
| the scene. Why does it always come to | |
| this, where zero meets fifteen? | |
| And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the | |
| man who peed his pants. He passes out | |
| and falls on me, I watch my change fall | |
| from his hand. I see the lady next to | |
| me, holds her baby black blue. | |
| The junkie gutterpunks keeps asking, | |
| where I got my new tattoo. What does | |
| it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I | |
| own? How can I ever save the world, | |
| on cuposoup and student loans? | |
| I want to try and save the world, but it | |
| never goes that way. | |
| God I don' t know what to do, down at | |
| Colfax and Broadway. | |
| Now the man with no shoes on, says I | |
| don' t know how to play. He says I | |
| fumble all the time. He thinks that I am | |
| John Elway. I put my face down in my | |
| hands, water wells inside my eyes. | |
| What do I have to give them? Does it | |
| matter if I try? I can' t stand to see you | |
| suffer, I try to intellectualize, a formula | |
| to end you pain, it doesn' t work, God | |
| knows I' ve tried. | |
| Sometimes my cup is overfilled. | |
| Sometimes I' m too afraid that I' m going to spill. |