Laos

	作曲 : Marcus
	He was a pretty boy,
	Stayed at our house.
	He took his girlfriend and
	They went off to Laos.
	They took a photo there
	Of his heart.
	Some things you should never see.
	Some things you should never see.
	Some things you should never see
	But there they are.
	But there they are.
	At the last supper sits
	Jesus Christ.
	Beneath his disciples fits
	Some device.
	Holding double A batteries
	On the side.
	And the halo circling round his head,
	Twinkle on and off in red.
	As he holds up a piece of bread
	And rolls his eyes,
	Rolls his eyes.
	How could that poet state?
	Such a phrase.
	"Never look an angel straight
	In the face?"
	He knows they like to wait
	In the strangest places.
	Motel rooms, pharmacies,
	Photographs, batteries.
	Some things you should never see.
	Some things.
	Some things you should never see
	But hey -
	You see them anyway.
	Anyway.

	zuò qǔ : Marcus
	He was a pretty boy,
	Stayed at our house.
	He took his girlfriend and
	They went off to Laos.
	They took a photo there
	Of his heart.
	Some things you should never see.
	Some things you should never see.
	Some things you should never see
	But there they are.
	But there they are.
	At the last supper sits
	Jesus Christ.
	Beneath his disciples fits
	Some device.
	Holding double A batteries
	On the side.
	And the halo circling round his head,
	Twinkle on and off in red.
	As he holds up a piece of bread
	And rolls his eyes,
	Rolls his eyes.
	How could that poet state?
	Such a phrase.
	" Never look an angel straight
	In the face?"
	He knows they like to wait
	In the strangest places.
	Motel rooms, pharmacies,
	Photographs, batteries.
	Some things you should never see.
	Some things.
	Some things you should never see
	But hey
	You see them anyway.
	Anyway.